You were sitting on your chair
Raving about a song by Air, “when I was high on M”
And then…a spectrum came
and you were more yourself
than you are when you are fully yourself
I could feel you creep all over my hand, and your lips, biting me
So contained, so strong, so blowing my mind
A ghostly presence and I held my breath
something so raw, something pure in the air
You and that music were just one…
It took you, sent you to another world…
But which spectrum was this? Hers or mine?
Was it my effect or the reminder of hers?
It’s the magic of the possessed
Those times you are not yourself
but something HIGHER…