A poem about the Primavera festival

I close my eyes

heat oozes from my skin

flesh upon flesh

creating sparks of fire & wander

drip drip drip down my face

tears i send to the tide beside

I close my eyes and enter a vortex

where there is nothing

nothing nothing nothing surrounds

then there is vitality

the quiver of color, sound, and dimension

like a bucket of fluid held

over me I'm no longer here

Im somewhere untouched and unseen

I close my eyes to go there