You were my intention
Metaphorically, you were my mean
To metaphor away,
Into the nth dimensional
Paralleling universe
Flowing right
Beneath your seamless smiles
Entitling
My own universe
And since I'm
Drunk beyond your scale of
Measure
Why would you anyway expect
Me to believe
I still have your smell of shampooed
Hair
manifested inside my head
Like, the old forgotten
Parlance.