To become one with all, one must lose
their ****, their wallet, their mind, their car keys
you must lose your sense of time and space so that it all becomes a dream
and you can't decipher up from left or hot from green
and you just sit
(or fall?)
until you fail and wail and bump against the grind stone 'til your skin errodes,
revealing muscle, which is weak when peeled away, to reveal
bone,  ground into flour for the cupcakes and bread et al.
Let their be fights, and strife
and lice and barium
because to accept all
you must love the disgusting, the heinous, and is that  what you want?
To accept all means to accept close mindedness, and chosen blindedness,
evils, weevils, steel easels,
do you really want that?
Yes.
Yes you do, if you want to become one with all.
I just want to forget the nulls and nuisances and sleep in peace and riot.

The steam, your lungs pumping the breath in and out.
Your voice, as smooth and dark as obsidian.
I'm holding you, but the nights freezing touch takes away the heat.
The curves and ridges of your body fit perfectly with mine.
I can hear your heart beat, in sync with mine.
Our limbs tangled.  Your eyelashes, fluttering against my skin.
Our lips barely touch, yet you pull away, smiling. Teasing.
I pull you in, over me, your lips, as soft as clouds.
You wrap your legs around me and pull me in closer.
I lift off of you and I open my eyes to see you smiling.
You laugh at the gravity of the situatioin. You laugh at the fact that you won't be able to let go.
And neither will I. But we don't know it yet. The black holes where our hearts should be. ******* in everything we are and everything we will be. We won't let go. But we don't know that yet.
We are covered in a veil of love and blindedness.
The steam, your lungs pumping the breath in and out.
Your voice, as smooth and dark as obsidian.
Another night awaits us, another night filled with sweat and love.