almost inhuman?

why that commercial made me cry (aka PMS)

we tend to make
fun of ourselves: in our
worst caricatures our
mouths gape open,
ugly and wide, and all
that vicious, pointy teeth
comes out, seeking chocolate,
salt, hugs, quiet, kicks,
solitude, company,
so long as you agree with me-

all this needy nourishment
of the voracious monsters
that we are.

but the way i see it
and how i felt it:
my adjusting hormones got
so finely attuned
to my sensors,
at its performing
peak;

i could finally hear
a pulse i could
previously ignore

and my heart got
wrenched out of me with the
blood still running
through me, wanting
to diffuse but hauntingly
contained.

my mouth opened yes, my
insides opened up, my entire skin
inside out to take in,
and it might not be pretty
to see, but i swallowed the world,
the whole of it, i was the world,
the very heart and root
of it, i was the action
and i was the cause

all this sang in the pangs of my own
body's very womb
and the pain
whined like a
throbbing violin,
beautiful.

i was everyone's meandering
routes down their niggling
fears, their secret tears
and slipped out lies,
their battles with their
heart bandits and fumblings
through their terrible clouds,
i was what was held fast, and i was
what was let slowly then suddenly go.

i had to stop to cry
all that Love, free it-

it was the
cleanest thing.

Dave DeHart
Wow!

a_start
Thank you all very much!

heterodynemind
In awe here. :)

JoAnn McGrath
AMEN TO ALL US PMS- ers....you capture it quite eloquently and as vivid as a Picasso painting....thumbs up from me!