A tingle is now
crawling up my legs,
Tickling my soul
And making it laugh.
I’m mesmerized by it’s ability to posses.
To thrill,
and feed the devouring hunger
that’s trying to take over.
I’m never satisfied.
Once it’s gone,
I can’t wait to climb back
onto the rollercoaster
of moonshine.
I’m under the influence
of greatness
and I’ve never felt better.
Dennise Garcia