Subconciously Owned

Within the cerebral cortex of my
somewhat clouded mind...he meets me
on the corner of
Destiny Drive
and
Bliss Boulevard...
taking my hand...
his poetic mind
unites with mine and he
takes me on a
metaphysical meandering...
sashaying me from
the alpha to the omega...
stopping off for rays of enlightenment
along the way...

He enhances my dreams
and since...
rules only exist within
reality...
there are no limits
to where he takes me...
how he touches me as he
teaches me...
and I subconsciously
fall deeper in love with the
enigmatic mind
of
he
.
.
.

with his pen he
draws me wings of liberation...
attaching them to my
fractionally fatigued back...
where shoulders slightly slump
from a lifetime of
guilt being dumped upon them...
and he injects me
with stanzas of poetic precision...
conception of spiritual harmony...
beginning with the anointing of his
celestial seed...
and I
give birth to phenomenally pretty poetry
with the
precision of an old world bard...
for he carries me so far...
He waltzes me
so far beyond the mortal...
this world he takes me to
is eternal...
there is no end...
only a beginning...

because...

as long as he has a mind to think
and his quill contains the ink
he will pen his profoundly prolific philosophies
across my naked flesh as I
bow to bended knee before he...
head bowed in reverence to his
incredible flow...

and here I shall stay...
his parchment...
his canvas..
receiving the drippings of his ink...
bathing in the flow of his thoughts...
bought by the intricacy of his
masculinity...

I belong to he...

subconsciously.