How brilliantly inescapable
The sound of your heart
Beyond the rest of the floor
Into the cement of my soul
Do you cry out in ways
Your breath longs to breathe
When you think of me?
My brain turns off when
I think about your sensory
And I choose colors and things
That may not personally represent me
They represent my thoughts of you
Of me
What is hot the heat on my legs
Processing the beauty
Of the possible
And so now where do the sonic
Vibrations of absolute
Travel to?
As with wet lips do I kiss you
Or hold you differently
Like water pressed against
The sand in my heart
What makes sense
Is the ocean we call
To wave before us
© GÄ
Poétique 