The Floor is Yours

The Floor is Yours

Breath

Sex

Eating and drinking

These are the things

We will take without thinking

Everything else

Being self-defeating

Only competing

For keeping score

Fists

Teeth

And butt cheeks clenched

Living

Being

Antagonizing thirst to quench

That waves of wet emotions drench

Feeding the feeling

To always need more

For what would impede

Our selfish intentions

Without the threat

Of pains intervention 

When pleasure produces

Such strength to endure

Penetrating stench of death

Too intense to be ignored

Hinging on the open window

Peeking under Heaven’s door

What gets lost

Within those moments

Is failing to notice

The floor is yours