Absorbed
To think is to feel
and my mind tells me now,
when my heart beats,
it's real.
Still, I don't know how
you can move from my body
to my heart, to my mind
with grace - endless passion
one's unlikely to find.
Absorbed in your mystery.
Consumed by your thoughts.
Discovering planes in which
I could never be brought
by anyone else in
this madness and pain.
Exist day to day
with almost nothing to gain.
But as the tides change
and the moon shifts it's pull,
my soul is awakened
and my think tank if full.
No longer in need,
No longer held back.
Desire's fulfillment.
There's nothing I lack.
From my
Aweless thought inducer.
From my
Tender soul seducer.
Your force has been tapped.
Recognition sneaks in.
The shackles have snapped.
Let the journey begin.
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