On
the flat sheet when things are so easy
You
glide as if you can fly and lift off
from
Abbott's romance such as this
those
dreams ticking through time
were
not from the same space where you lie
And
you want to envelope me with kindness
and
flatness
And
you want to elope me to where?
in
this vastness
Tip
toeing on the edges
you
lick the rim of my mind
and
disagree more and more
reduce
the ideas to discernable explanations
of
the insane phenomenon
of
the eclipses on my head?
In
stillness let me forget you in this dimension
the
hands and feet, the body & head
they're
not stick and balls on your paper
as
you draw those invisible lines on air
Proof.
The wind knows the paper can fly
Ink
splashed on my body, can it die?
In
spaces here and there,
emotions
dont go along with topology
in
those geometry will that love follow?
as
you leave me on moments
dancing
alone at the Mobius strip...