There is little I can stand
  I grow very bored
for lack of attention span
someone has cut the cord
but I’d rather have it this way
than to leave my gaze swayed
by faces and places replacing
the finer things at which I could gawk
  like side-walk scribblings
executed with chalk
  like ants working busily building
bridges made of leaves
  like envisioning fresh fruits
dangling their bloom from trees
I am not disinterested in the world
  but what the world sees
Ignorance spouting animosity
No understanding or appreciation
for what we really are
  Straight denial
at the idea we come from stars
So hooked onto what is hovering above
judging and toying in return for our love
Are our thoughts really our own?
Are the decisions we make always known?
  I question but never deny
the fact that my life is a lie
Some truths are never told
some mysteries never solved
The world will keep spinning
distractions will keep brimming
until we’ve lost ourselves entirely
and into the universe we dissolve

The only words I
can manage to force are the
ones I want to hide

I want to peel your epidermis
like an orange and garnish it
upon my lips
I want your speckled flesh
velvet smooth
underneath my fingertips
Your soft peach skin
flavor of sweat
smells sweetly of sin
One sniff makes me wet
I love your hands,
supple like cream
spreading generously over me
Pigment means nothing
but how much heat
you can take
Thick skin absorbs force—
how much power
can you make?

Orange sun shining—
pastel petals drip
weeping for warmth
beaming ebulliently after a pour
breathing the scent of petrichor
  blushing sweetly, like after a kiss

Absorbing all the moisture I can
blooming when I'm nurtured
and fertilized just right
  Detoxify my root,
     Oxidize my bliss
   Spreading seeds
semi-annually
and flowering for you

Chemicals in my
brain cause me to fixate on
your bright entity