The monkies mind grinds like 33 gears
Yet the heart remains real, ample, and clear
What is this feeling, so alive?
Like suffering thats forced to die.
Like submarines that live to dive,
and airplanes that still scrape the sky
It comes on Sweetly, unannounced
As sweet-tea served at Grandma's house
It comes on lofty, yet intense
And cuts thoughts patterns, into tenths
So all the sound that leaves one deaf
Is exhaled in one noiseless breath
It brings a flooding and a rush
Just like the sweetspot when its touched
Its sexual and sensual, but beyond both
Incredible
The past is that, inevitable
Where within that lies wonder?
The future bright but stark with fear
That too can leave you murdered
Now and here I bow to neither,
Where every kiss is like the first
Residing in purposeful splendor
My sweetened heart expands and bursts
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