euphoria / flesh /medicinal cleansing / sneakers

Sweat , a sort of medicinal cleansing, a red antiseptic poured over wounds. The morning light is shady. Humidity and desire an inside -  out tangle on my flesh. I swallow dry, as my pores drip. I know to keep moving, if I stop, I'll wake from all this euphoria. The drone of air dissolves in the gentle splashing of water that cascades down my flesh. My sophisticated drip by drip irrigation system efficiently delivering water to all of my roots, as the leftover spills from my pores. My feet meander the path, as sullen dark clouds burst into sun formation off in the distance.