What are you sailing on,
he had said.
I had called his name when I had felt it bubble over
and replied
I am sailing down mountainous peaks on
her chest of wild lilies
Breaking through the orange peels surface
to review a small piece of mutated thought
I had dreamt this long ago,
Wishing they had a black-light for the human soul
Except no one would ever want it shown on themselves
and I imagine she would hold me down and shine it through and
They wouldn't be the one to love that part of me
It would be rod light that you'd give to a trusted other
And they could pierce you without a device
Only their eyes would see
that he could kiss each bit that shows without
Society's inhibition and he would dance with me to the beggar song
of two hearts as wholes.
I had said I could not be capable of such feeling
They would most definitely trivialize it
and me,
me I would feel unworthy of that kind of care-fullness
because the ones of half my blood could never have it on such a level
As I-
He was holding me close to his furry chest
His home has melted and he stroked me into sleep
Sleep for another day of being alive
I am alive.
and he would, believe
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