capture of my jump

i drank him
out of the bottle
with a licked rim, head jerk
kind of way. bumping
hips like exposure.
like my unquenchable
thirst might be
comforted through tone.

i heard one. voice.
carrying above new;
ways i pump to redefined
rhythm. i walk. a beat
i never express. out. loud
inside, how i turn.
reigniting my reminder.
thick sighs. low gasp.

and i never.
any.
more.
thought. felt. assumed
that something keeping me
awake.
open palm against
open heart reality.

and i
finally
escaped

fabrication.