Phoebe's Injection

By Matt Freire

Trapped I am by the passing of air
Thawing me out overly ensnared
In even the darkest of nights vibration tares
Through my solid heart melting my fears

There’s and empty ice tray in here
You breathe and solids to liquids appear

It’s like the taste of fresh fruit
Freshly pluck from their mother’s arms
It’s like the purity of water
Strait from a natural springs orifice

I want to launder in your giggle tonight
I want to be cleansed of my fright
You have the ability to fill my ice trays
You are the epitome of the whimsical way

There’s an empty ravine in my dome
Chasms filled when you laughter roams

There’s a hole in the ceiling were I try and leave the room
My hands try to climb out and they meet a shoe
But the holes not there when I’m listening to you
Even the darkness can breathe when it hears you

I’m quivering - I’m shaking
My hands hurting - because loneliness is stomping
I’m in the dark - my eyes are shut
And I hear something sweet - a laugh that ensnares me

I am a raspy voiced schmuck
I don’t even deserve to hear you breath
But if you could for me
Let the wind pass and giggle please