Hightech

It’s hard not to eat my appetite
It’s controlling me but I stopped it
Very futuristic the message is
No consuming is necessary just
A special kind of sunglasses
For communication and making love
With our hands simply by touching
Alone is enough to send it home
When you can’t resist
What comes out of your lips
Turn of the century twister
Pull the cords through the elastic band
No need to say a word because
Everything is heard learning to speak
With your mind takes time but
Proves possible holding onto
Your corner of the universe
Even though none of it belongs to you
Two separate camps
Two different worlds
What do we subscribe to?
We take it with us or you are
Leaving it behind bury it with you
Like the Egyptians did for all time
Still the truth is unearthed
Every speck has been acquired
Two phases of this new life
Even a true purge is only
Removing it all including the kitchen sink
It’s all with us until we are stripped bare
On the other side of the veil
You could hear children playing
Someone was humming a song
Something about riding a white horse
So familiar the lyrics and the tune
Fast winds and scenes from
A red leafed tree giving up
A burning offering to gravity

© GÄ

Blindsight

To be sexy does it mean then
That we have to be seen?
Is it the voice? Does the body matter?
Do we have to view one another
To be attracted to each other?
Could I step into a room
Eyes closed hear the tone
Assess the energy sense you?
Could the fragrance of your skin
Be enough to know if we are
Simpatico and if so would
Seeing you take away from
Every ability to know that we
Are a perfect match because
My eyes would sketch a judgement
Of my attraction to you
Much faster than my other
Sensory if I was blindfolded
Isn’t that the extreme to see
If compatibility is all in the
Soul of the beholder…
If ever we chance to blindside
What rules would we need
To put in place to tick the things
That are an absolute must
If it wasn’t based on appearance
If we were talking heart to heart
Human to human could we
Find one another in a room
With nothing but us
Flowers on the grave
For the lovers we lost
Inescapably because we
Only got to know their face
First not their hearts

© GÄ