Puzzle of Flesh

Sway with me, connecting into my piece, a puzzle of flesh. Fluidity of nature, abiding itself and renewing again itself - I think not of recurrence but of presence. Without the press is vain, With the press is the sanity that tries to invade and persuade me for more. I feel this drug collecting all that I was and balling it up like a wet blanket, back into the depths of yestersecond hidden behind the volumptuous shape of les femm. Forward into her, more of a shape respected and understood. The flow of nature falls into her like a waterfall hitting bedrock, rocking the presence of the sanity I had found, letting it release into the forgotten, replaced quickly by the wet blanket I fall upon.