revolving

in a dream one night  
I was working from the inside of dawn  
somethings want to hide  
not the moonlight, not the naked spirit of you  
it’s taking me for a low ride to find possessions  
grounding yourself on me gracefully  
transporting me to the backroom of my feelings  
touching, asking as a spiritual guide  
is everything alright?  

let me find the unexpected corners  
that haven't seen the light  
invite the madness to talk to me  
feel like me; let the drips of sweat  
snail pace down the curves of you.

I didn’t need my head  
I didn’t need control then or there  
just for you to close your eyes
so you could see what I wanted & needed
so don't talk to me about heaven  
I was suspended in the middle of it  
between your arms & I recalled my sanity  
to see what I’m going through  
when I burn my lips touching you  
rendering senses crippled  
showing reasons to need you.
  
a journey to the opium side of pleasures  
to the poisoned side of your fairy tale  
in this revolving saturated dream  
I remember everything ........