Brainstorm

Thinking for too long and too deeply
and it leads to my surrender,
to this delicious spiralling mess,
to this dizzying whirlwind of words,
to this: a fluttering fumbling kiss
distilled and spilling from my lips
to tremble over me,
a storm in a skin cell,
haemoglobin flight.

In this dream state
of unbeing, I catch my name
in a deafening void;
a rush of breath in the mindless force
of a hurricane inside my soul.