Boxed In

     I wonder what it would take to break the silence of your mind, the unspoken vocabulary of your tongue, unpaving roads of fear to plant fields of ecstasy, would you let me...straddle molecular poles shifting physical energy exerting friction deep in the black hole of lust and pleasure, infinite beyond satellite measures. 

     If you let me you won’t regret me, engraved into your brain’s most reoccurring memories while still tasting amongst buds I promise you won’t forget me, would you allow yourself to feel the 8th wonder of the world or maybe even the 4th kind, can I tangle you inside me until my subconscious thoughts burst from your mouth and our words are intertwined. 

     I wonder how long this imaginary box can withstand being erased, when flood waters rise will you surf and ride or stand there drowning in place, remove that pale glove and pierce my face, the paint is in your eyes your lips stained with cherry juice, trying to match body languages but your rosetta stone is being seduced.

     The rapture brought forth is bound to make him mumble and gag, when Eve first sunk her teeth into that forbidden apple I bet it was the best she ever had, I want my name to be his 1st word like a baby advancing into their prime, you know....in the back of my head I always wondered what it would be like to make love to a mime.