The Real Thing

I want to move to you

I’m restless

My tendrils uncurling

They long to talk with you

More fluid than words

To say what i need is your touch

But i’m suspended

My body untethered to the floor

No words can touch this

And I can’t shake this dream away

Your shimmering light casts a spell over me

My body close to yours

No simulation!

What I need is your touch, and the heaving room

Around me

The real thing

The real thing

Ehhhh x 4

And here we’re floating in a red - a red mist

We’re hovering a few inches off the ground

dipped in n dipped in morning sweat

Slow mo limbs

do the talking through liquid

Breath comes quick comes hard to catch

Mouth full and wide

Eyes shooting bright beams across around the room

Bouncing off of all the beautiful bodies

Lines of contact kris crossing

Charged and humming through and out and back

And move and move and move

To speak to speak to speak

No words could touch this