How long since you last
woke up at midnight
to see the moth swipe at the moon
How long will it take you
to find this utopia again?
Who do you blossom for?

How will you remember 
what you think you lost
was never gone?
What does it feel like
to find it within you?

Do you dare squint into the heart of it?
Stare at the pool and the swirl of the lava gliding along
Sputtering, glowing, blooming slowly

A magma trail of fire 
Casting sunset into the night
Have you ever woken up to the sound of the tropics?
Or filled your nose with the fragrance of the forest?

Rich deep bright heavy
sweet scent of nectar
Dripping trickling seeping 
Sweet and syrupy 

Ants crawling bees buzzing
Birds of paradise stake their claim
Inhibitions cast off as they make a case for excess
Euphoria utopiae
bullient rendezvous

Flick flap switch snap
Crisp crunch fruit feast
Do you see the realm below?

A snake unspooled
Sleek and slick and made of velvet
forked tongue flickering
silent along the turquoise vines
Impossible shocks of vibrant color
Vivid even in darkness