It was your mind that commanded me.

It was the combined music of your neurology
That sang siren songs to me
Through your voice, through your body
Through your mannerisms and ways
Your thin hands touching me,
Pulling streams from a guitar.

Higher than high
Your room was a place of honor
Your bed, my passionate altar.

Your lips curled so at the introduction of my strong meaning:
The whole world was you,
Convulsing and reaching for the wound-up greatness in my young body
Giving me what I could not give to you.

And it was your mind that made it rain poetry,
Your mind that jumped like a fire from place to place
Your mind that loved to play

Your mind that built a wondrous castle
In which you seduced me like a drug
Left me staring at the ceiling in such heavy awe