The energy moves
The waves crash over me
And I am awash in others
Suddenly the corporeal doesn't matter
It's all color and shade,
Hue and sensation,
Flavor and smell
Everything that is otherwise phantom
Is suddenly real
And all-important
One burns hot as fire
And the heat draws me in
Makes me as a moth to flame
I am attracted
But I don't dare touch
He is wood smoke and Jack
Marijuana and tobacco
Salt, grit, and musk
And I gravitate to him
But I am afraid
Mostly of rejection
But also of acceptance
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The Places You Go In Your Mind
PoetryA collection of poetry that reflects the poet's state of mind over the course of many years. The poems are largely unrelated and cover many topics.
