the truth

been sitting here
the city still stands outside
the mosquitoes still are drawn to CO 2
and you.

you are
a memory as real as everything that happens now.
you are a smile stretched from eyes to ears to the corners of lips i never got to kiss

my night pillow is stuffed with
knowledge that we are created for each other...

i never wonder what yours is stuffed with.
i know all pillows, like things, interconnect.

and your form in appraisal is a blinding light...
no critical thought possible to the humble tongue.

the only thing i remember when i taste your
smell in my nose mouth lungs

are my repeated knowing dreams
of us out... a river for me, a NASA space station for you
a ride to the moon, and sometimes, willingly and french, no oxygen.
a light head, an eternal embrace across light years

you are in my access in unlimited form.
live. alive and living giving me reasons to remember my past
a compass with which to direct my desire

and no rival has ever existed though she has been in her loves
for what is true, can never not be.

what is new, might be, but what is true, is that i love you for the young burnt st. elizabeths of ur mischief...
the genuine love of your own mind...
a swelling even I could feel;
finger hanging, ebbing in the surf of your mentality...

and i could end these lines now,
but i know this is not enough
not a deep enough memory
not a reenactment of moments i spent nervous
distance wasnt needed to polish your face

your tongue longs for us to be lazy together
for uncounted time
for knowing.

for this, that you knew before i wrote this.
for this that now reminds me of what i have always and will always know.

Einstein's wife wasnt as foraging,
a bundled academic stuck between the pages of mediocrity

you wild me wilderbeast
by the watering hole
when the bell rings.

so set ur ring tone to a bell
recreate the memory we never had...

along a corridor where our minds intersect
undress me wild

i'll undress the wilderness to make our nest
thinkers for ourselves
strivers for new thought and discovery,
let us find in our most interlocked moment,
the original thought

a genius loving
another loving each other without need for drama or closeness or formality or reality.
just my mind knowing
that we were created to skip the dating,
get married, make children, and a renewable source of love.