a headboard crashing
echoing against the walls
like whips of lightn'in'.

what is it you want
from me nothing what you want
from yourself question

the words do not create you
you create all the words in
mind that which is you

i wish to call you mine
not because i want to have you
nor i see you as an object i must own
neither as a possession to wield

i wish to call you mine
because you are mine to cherish,
mine to  care for, mine to think of,
and mine to love.

you think
therefore i am

my mind is greater
than me i just say things now
you do what you want