My soul was left.
So I attach to the closest things that will carry me.
And the farther away life takes me, the better,
Because I am only getting older.
I want to feel more wind, water, wood and wild fire.
The elements that move me gently.
Each sound..each rhythm..
Shapes my mind with effortless sultry.
All we want to do is dance.
We meaning my soul and the man in my romantic trans.
We have style, money and deep quiet kisses.
And my stomach is full on a soulful high
So don't wake me in this instant.
I am in a fast pace movement.
Together we roll into the distance.
I no longer know the people of my past.
Time has my role changing too fast.
Feelings that once spun never lasted.
Each day my memory palace is newly bullet blasted.
Sweet filled interior flows from impact.
My love is pooling like a scene viewed at Cinemac.
My heart skips a beat that's the end of me.
Yet, I am countered by a moving energy
That pulls me back into this dimensional symphony.
The Momentary Lapse.
~ B
