Mosquito in the Closet-Anomie Belle

Mosquito in the Closet in the places where our bodies meet and your skin is taut by my hand's relief the faint imprint of our sensual unfolding and the curves of your sides like lullabies sing me into this unlikely dream and like insects fly to the nearest light we seek the place where we can finally burn desire like flame and we can singe our wings on the scent of pure release where we break out of cocoons so confining so unnecessary and we are swimming with the creatures of the sky and they can't bring us back down not with the taste of supple freedom on our lips they can't bring us back down they won't bring us back in the places where our bodies meet and where we get caught tracing lines beneath the framework that holds us together and apart but if we learn to wake in the places we forsake then we can realize this unlikely dream and like insects fly to the nearest light we seek the place where we can finally burn