Tourniquet
In these days, When everything's a blur , A pinch of the skin, Some words in a song, A whiff of rose and musk, Things come alive, For a moment, Opening of eyes, Sunlight and noise, Then everything goes dark, Again. Hands in icy tap water, Tomato rice and whiskey, Snow in our hair, Then the warmth of the heater, Huddled up, dreaming, The hot May sweat, The pool, the pool, The smell of chlorine and Plastic toys, rubber floats, A bike ride, sand and air, Sand and sea, sand in our hair, Then the cool air conditioned room, The sense of relief They come and go, Come and go, I'm alive, I'm not, I'm dreaming, I'm awake, I'm hopeful, yet so dull, Everything's a blur. Again.