#doubles
I'm an open book,
if I love you.
You can read me, whenever...
and however, you like.
By rote...by rite...
by favored passage...
...Rough, or smooth.
...Strong, or gentle.
My pages, will bend, to you...
and press, crisply
towards the texture,
of your intimate touch.
They'll shiver, and spin, for you.
Peruse, my chapters.
Absorb, my thesis.
Allow me, to teach you
the rhythm, of me
until you can speak it,
like a second language.
You can slide your fingers,
down the hard ridges, of my spine,
and break me open,
upon your tabletop.
You can laze, in a dim corner
with me, sprawled
across the thickness, of your lap,
begging you...
to thumb the creases,
and to whisper,
over the wall, of words.
I'm an open book...
until you hurt me.
Then the covers, swing swiftly closed,
like French doors...
unmindful, of fingers.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 7:56 AM UTC
Since parallel worlds
exist in universe
where
soul self experiences
more than one lifetime simultaneously,
I
ask
myself
if I had a double
what would they be like?
Would they dress in my style
or as clone
be barely recognizable?
Would They sing in shower,
and write poetry with passion?
Or enjoy swimming with dolphins?
Would they at a moments notice
dance in supermarket aisles?
Or dress as a clown to entertain
young and old?
If time lines collapsed
causing both worlds to merged
and we looked in mirror,
I
Ask
Myself
would fear overtake
or would we celebrate.
I think
we would rock in oneness
accepting any traits developed
for the good of soul.
And celebrate
the divine magic of the Universe
with glass held high
(or not cause I don’t drink liquor
only energies of love
bottled in heart where
hug replaces glass.)
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC