I close my eyes,
and let my thoughts see me from my point of view,
I open my eyes to my thoughts,
and it led me right to you,
and we’re naked to what the mind thinks,
my eyes are close...but these words I see are in fine print,
you see the battle of what I see,
and what my mind does,
it wants to be my eyes so bad it makes these things up,
with my eyes close,
I feel your flesh,
then I taste what’s wet,
then I hear a moan,
I think what’s next is ***,
or maybe not,
just playing sheep with words,
until they both stop.