I want her and she wants me
and she can certainly have me,
(at least, let's say: temporarily),
but it seems she's afraid of me.
Halfway between a wet
dream come true
and torturous surreality
breaking through.
It's a bad idea, but
I would, she says,
I shouldn't, but I would
if I could, she says,
for days in a maddening state
of constant readiness:
written words through the phone,
distance letting us
feed the sweet insanity,
but she won't give in to me:
yes, this seems to be a
recurring theme, I see...
She says to say what
I'd do to her, over the line;
overheating, breathless,
she's wet on the other side:
And the cold distance she has
between her body and mind:
I've been trying to decrease
that light-year gap of mine...
And as for the distance existing
between her body and mine, how
I've been dying to minimize it
for quite some fucking time now.
This is the ongoing war of human nature
pitted against the human mind, so anti-natural.
We really need to re-align to feel satisfied,
to mind embracing body, a human supernatural.
We live so separated: man is the only
animal that seems to fight against himself;
we're all so domesticated: this instinct-
versus-mind, it never fails to equal hell.
And overheating, breathless,
wet on the other end of the line,
in the wake of a war, she types:
I think I'm loosing my mind.
I laugh and think well, then:
let the body win this time...
Just let your body win, come to mine,
and leave your mind behind...
and she can certainly have me,
(at least, let's say: temporarily),
but it seems she's afraid of me.
Halfway between a wet
dream come true
and torturous surreality
breaking through.
It's a bad idea, but
I would, she says,
I shouldn't, but I would
if I could, she says,
for days in a maddening state
of constant readiness:
written words through the phone,
distance letting us
feed the sweet insanity,
but she won't give in to me:
yes, this seems to be a
recurring theme, I see...
She says to say what
I'd do to her, over the line;
overheating, breathless,
she's wet on the other side:
And the cold distance she has
between her body and mind:
I've been trying to decrease
that light-year gap of mine...
And as for the distance existing
between her body and mine, how
I've been dying to minimize it
for quite some fucking time now.
This is the ongoing war of human nature
pitted against the human mind, so anti-natural.
We really need to re-align to feel satisfied,
to mind embracing body, a human supernatural.
We live so separated: man is the only
animal that seems to fight against himself;
we're all so domesticated: this instinct-
versus-mind, it never fails to equal hell.
And overheating, breathless,
wet on the other end of the line,
in the wake of a war, she types:
I think I'm loosing my mind.
I laugh and think well, then:
let the body win this time...
Just let your body win, come to mine,
and leave your mind behind...
