I time my heartbeat to the rhythm of the wind

Sometimes I dwell in the storm just to become soaked by the rain 

But usually I yearn for the sun and the associations of ultraviolet rays

Change is evident in the weather 

But amplified with electricity 

Between the cracks in my ribs

I hit the water like cement but rush to the bottom

And then I propel through the air with euphoric vibration

All within the duration of one song that I can’t seem to stop humming

I suppose the records on your wall
Clash with my destructive habits
And the lopsided smile on your face
Disagrees with my nervous antics.

The red hot burning in your head
Repels my clenched fists
And your frequent shift of thought
Catalyzes my weak-willed fits.

Though I know we could agree
That you only regret the poison
Once it's burning your throat.

You're just my cup of tea
And though you scorch my mouth
You warm my achy bones
To a degree at which
I don't even realize
That my senses--
Have gone numb.

Visions of light waves do not suit me
And your groups of smirks make me uneasy
I'd rather light candles deep in seclusion
Or spin with my mind until I am queasy
Your shoes are fine but I'd never buy
There are no backroads in my book
I've never been quite dulled to understand
The admiration of masses in just one look
Maybe perhaps I am a cube
A simplistic shape of many dimensions
And maybe perhaps you are too
Two cubes coexisting with separate intentions