You’re going to eat my iridescent soul, regurgitate it in a Koi fish tank, full consent will be granted; Um, I don’t think so!

This body sinks into a feather bed
   as my hands slide across my sides 
I can feel the textures of the soft 
    lily pads holding me as they mold 
  to the arch of my back 
      one luscious lotus 
          breaks through 
  a mucky travel pathway into 
       the sunlight and surrenders 

  Epic solar flares welcome  
a proclivity for tremendous curiosity
  now tell me please, what happens 
     when exploration reigns

My brain never found solace 
    in the offering plate, there seems 
 to be something very perverse
    about consistent listening 
         absent of thoughts 

   Sometimes the optics
       used by others
   to see our inner vulnerabilities 
     marinate in a pot of indecision 
        a bloom that boldly trusted 
     with purpose — 
 entities enter stage left 
    in the fashion of Four O’Clock 
        flora — nothing is seen 
   visibly, concealed under cover 
       of the veil of the heavy mist

Blind faith, requires no logistics 
   it’s just that, unshakable 
       fortified yet fragile 
   to balance  
      severed tethers 
    start to forge 
  new knots