every cell of skin
humming
with the pleasure of aliveness.
wild psyche.
braided bandwidth.
experience splits…
heart beats radiant,
centering chest.
tingles emanate
vertebrae
to shoulder blades.
deep black ink.
thick. sinewy
words sink in.
feed themselves on awareness.
pigment drips from softened lips.
a mouth full of midnight rich liquid.
black luminescence spills into the
concave space between warm breasts,
rolls with each
fall and rise of breath,
pooling down between ribs,
catching in navel,
wandering over lower belly,
circling hip crests,
pouring down temple’s edge,
enveloping sex with liquid aliveness.
This is luminous — thank you for this gift.
Your lines live in the body: the language is tactile and patient, each image a small electric current that runs from spine to skin. I keep returning to “every cell of skin / humming / with the pleasure of aliveness” — such a beautiful, brave opening that holds the rest of the piece like a pulse. The poem reads like a map of sensation, written in ink that tastes of midnight and remembers the way breath lifts and falls. The slow, sinuous movement of the words itself becomes the experience they describe — braided bandwidth indeed.
There’s tenderness here too: the gratitude at the end sits like a hand on the back of the neck, warm and true. Thank you for sharing this corner of your interior — it’s a rare, vivid thing to witness. If others are moved, I hope they press the heart, leave a note, or support you in whatever small way feels right. I’ll be reading again. ❤️