Enlightenment behind a pretty face
as if I've slipped half a century behind
to find you walking,
to find a touch of tomorrow hiding
behind thick, lengthy lashes
seductive and ephemeral
like an apparition, plus skin
between us breed questions like itches fingers can never reach
save, perhaps, via spontaneous mental telegraphy
with you I recall that minds conjoining can be so much more real
than bodies bumping sometimes
at least ease the weather in me with conversation
allow lips to let drift that vibrant voice, let it dance with my own,
for when it's so, something I thought to be dead in me is soon caught breathing
a slumbering section of my soul has a pulse again
so voices engage in foreplay
disrupted before we dig blade to bone
I beg you, friend, stay a bit longer
my fluid mind is strangely stilled by you
and yes, addicted, entranced
as your psychic eyes encapsulate me
so different at the crust
you, so dark, warm and beautiful
as I'm so cold and ugly
yet when drawn into the bubble between locked eyes,
enlivened by the taste of mental tension,
there blossoms awareness of some core, unconventional similarity
fundamental, perplexing, strangely haunting
hard as hell to tag, yet just as indisputable;
an unspoken, unconsciously comprehended
mutual understanding
in the wake of your vanishing act,
swift and abrupt as your arrival,
left dumbfounded, hypnotized by a delightfully murderous smile
lingering in the eye of my spinning cranium
left me as Alice before the Cat again.
as if I've slipped half a century behind
to find you walking,
to find a touch of tomorrow hiding
behind thick, lengthy lashes
seductive and ephemeral
like an apparition, plus skin
between us breed questions like itches fingers can never reach
save, perhaps, via spontaneous mental telegraphy
with you I recall that minds conjoining can be so much more real
than bodies bumping sometimes
at least ease the weather in me with conversation
allow lips to let drift that vibrant voice, let it dance with my own,
for when it's so, something I thought to be dead in me is soon caught breathing
a slumbering section of my soul has a pulse again
so voices engage in foreplay
disrupted before we dig blade to bone
I beg you, friend, stay a bit longer
my fluid mind is strangely stilled by you
and yes, addicted, entranced
as your psychic eyes encapsulate me
so different at the crust
you, so dark, warm and beautiful
as I'm so cold and ugly
yet when drawn into the bubble between locked eyes,
enlivened by the taste of mental tension,
there blossoms awareness of some core, unconventional similarity
fundamental, perplexing, strangely haunting
hard as hell to tag, yet just as indisputable;
an unspoken, unconsciously comprehended
mutual understanding
in the wake of your vanishing act,
swift and abrupt as your arrival,
left dumbfounded, hypnotized by a delightfully murderous smile
lingering in the eye of my spinning cranium
left me as Alice before the Cat again.
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Referencing Alice in Wonderland is never a bad thing with me.