Itch

Tuesday, July 26 2011

Itch

I have an itch below my belly,
it appears from time to time.
In fact it's climbing up my tummy
as I'm beginning to make this rhyme.

It starts as tiny tingles:
titling just above my skin.
Then - it pelts with little prickles,
my pelvis from within.

Now as things do stand,
an annoying itch it is,
for itching now my hand
is to handle this.

First I use a single pat,
which is hardly worth a thing.
So I double - triple that,
which still, I find not working.

So now to rubs my hand moves,
and they give pleasure and relief.
Yet inadequate it still proves -
which is just beyond belief.

Without choice, I curve my fingers:
each one looking like a claw,
and I scratch this itch that lingers,
until my skin is bloody raw.

Despite all the pain it's causing,
there's an unfolding ecstatic bliss.
when the skin, the tips are breaching,
in this corporeal kiss.

So I am now past the point of stopping,
and am now beyond salvation,
as I, am itch, is skin, is fingers, are scratching, is being,
in this dissonant sensation.