Opposable Thumbs

I am an animal of another kind

Your words, not mine.

A being with opposable thumbs

A mind to question



Numb to sensation

And strange vibrations


Spin around and your eyes flicker

Dizzy bulbs in a damp room,

Ideas made in the memory womb,

Born in every word you breathe

Never to die


Sliding through green, unseen.

Slipping into obscurity.

Your voice in my head wrapped in new clothes of

Tough bark and fresh yellow flowers

Your veins blossom leaves

Your body a vaporous tower


Your voice in the wind

Echoes under my skin down to each nerve

In my dreams I am a bird with long wings and feathers 

Chain-linked armour.

I glide with you,