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When I Get To My Happy Place

Salt air in my lungs,
Your skin on my neck,
Screech of lazy birds . . .
Give me that warm feeling.

My pulse slows to
A rate I can live with sleep with deal with.

My teeth are dry from
Smiling so hard and
I break free from my clothes
And I'm running down
The smooth wood planks
Then I sink in hot sand,
My toes disappear and
I am still running.

Salt mist on my lips
And in my eyes and
The water is so cold
My soul shrivels up.

My pulse is still slowed
To a rate I can play with love with laugh with.

I free fall into the low waves
They carry me out to bliss
With salt in my mouth
And eyes, nose and blood.
Sweet oblivion, the tide.

I set my fears free
Let go the hate and anger
The sea can take it
I've no more need of it.

My pulse has slowed
To a rate I can smile with run with stay with.

from "stop poking me lady", available at lulu.com