Tea ceremony to make us whole
The oblivion of Morpheus seems to be
A perpetual state of mind
Awake, asleep or dreaming
As if someone was going to
Break into my account to
Write poetry on my behalf
Is it really necessary
To lock me out
Hinging on what will be and a
Tongue in the corner of my mouth
Soft lips touching
Abrasive ground and mindful
Rushing out of things
Instead of in what is whatever?
Do we head to South Africa
Watch our membranes waggle
In Afrikaans roll our eyes
And find a trampoline or a hammock to
Lay together on with something
To make us complete like two stars
Full of electric juice not too soon
Will we fade and our passions
Burning hot like lights
Filaments you can’t put
Your fingerprints on
Branding your mark on my heart
Fill my sky; blind me
© GÄ
Poétique 