Dazed Words

In the center of days

dazed by daydreams

or the black ink of night

sunk in my sleep

where dreams swim

I find him

absorbed through my skin

deep within

my heaven body

kisses dipped with melancholy

probably

cause they wanna got me

"get me"...like they wanna wet me

while thoughts conceive

as he breathes

and his thought becomes me

ones me

with him

listen, as he makes me aware of myself

aware of

the lonely places

the soft places

the dark places

wet places

forgotten places

gone complacent lately

adjacent to the aching places

I know them

I feel them only when

I come across his thought

certainly inadvertently

wetting his imagination

imagine patience

counting the seconds

on his watch, clocked

for over time

over my

delicate discrepancies

prepping me for celibate telepathy

...good clean thoughts

seem lost on me

cause he on occasion finds his way

inside of me

and makes me aware of myself

as he stays unaware of his help

his contribution

to these sweet allusions

and he's deep and I keep

going over each thought

cause he feels good

and I find

I like his thoughts

making sweet peace with me

and my... ( In need of discovery)

soft

dark

wet

forgotten places