you want to know what alters my
state of mind…
“we need to find out what exactly does, love”
and my playa answer was
“baby, being around you already does that”
at least it was in my head
and instead the grossly human part
of my shyly answers
“i don’t know if i want to find out”
all the while imagining your smile against mine
and my dome/processes/mental lapsing into a
drug induced haze…
your sweat is my mickey…and although
i don’t think i’ll voice this to you
[my theory is]
i think you already know.
2007.6.19
