Revival

Here, I am blowing this little stream

of blue vapor into your parted lips.

Here, I am placing my hands on your chest

in an X while my red nails distract

the crowd of impostor lifeguards

closing in. Here is the place to raise

the tent, I can feel it in my bones.

The snake has perfected his skin, he is

ready to be lifted and passed. How

did I do it? The process was messy,

I’d rather not share it, but look, look

at us now. Lemon drops and cherry bombs.

It’s the eye of the tiger, went the song

I used to sing in the basement alone.