Even the drugs wont subdue the perpetuity of you
Everywhere, all around me
Chasing, perennially
Those shades of blue
Cobalt, cerulean, electric clues
That somewhere, somehow
Our connected threads bleed deep, dark and sickly comforting
Like royalty,
I'm loyally anointed to you,
Divinely guided,
Royally true.
They told me you're focused on gains
I'm focusing on my veins
or what runs through them
Like stitches in our threads,
Seams of a hem
Or the intricacies of a plant stem
You're etched into my skin
The woven prints in my palm
The creasing corners of my grin.
It's the makings of you
The points you'll prove
The way that you move
within me
That voice in my head,
Whispering loudly
That being alive is but a shallow alternative,
You'll never truly be dead
We'll always be free
Here and now, chasing but sometimes falling down slippery streams
on the path to gold and greens and whipped cream dreams
Forgetting the fear
Guided by the glowing light of the moon at night
And the sun in my eyes
I'm no longer shy or willing to deny
that you and I
Me and you
Are entwined,
Melting into each other
A subatomic waxy membrane of honey dew
I don't know your name yet
But inside my mind's eye is a spiralled path towards myself,
leaning towards you
And I walk it blindly, gladly
I'm glued.