Mind Matter

I want to swim through the ocean of your mind,

wade though the musings and fancies

to find the file marked with my name.

I want to open it and ruffle through its pages, not to read

the words to wrap me in,

but to only feel the weight of what I am to you.

Standing with that file, I wonder:

If I closed my eyes tight enough, could I

breathe life into that file of yours to make the words

become the thoughts of people pages,

who would jump up to populate and dance to detours

to create new homes, parked along your ripping brain waves?

Will I ever be able to shoot across your head

like a star falling through the mind matter

to meet your lips with one quick

gasp of air, one that runs

through your body like a shiver to make your toes tingle?

Do you not understand me yet?

Let me try to say it in another way, I’ll try to make it clear.

If we were to take a roadtrip into the valley of my mind

every exit would be marked with you.

That day you entered my mind,

your file overflowed and settled homesteads over every inch

of my conscious memory.