Do you have form?
With rough fractured edges like a weathered rock,
Or are you the fluid magma,
That forms the rock.
Are you symmetrical?
Like hexagonal honeycomb,
Or chaotic like the diffused scent of a wild flower,
That drives the bee made with desire.
Do you breathe, sleep, love or sigh?
Like mermaids or sirens in tragic Homeric fables,
Or are Bluefire (jellyfish), a luminesce pulsing presence,
In the abyss of Humankind’s ocean.
Are you a whore?
I can pay to escape for one night my marital bliss,
Or are the absolute invaluable freedom,
Of fake expression and your thoughts as I fuck you.
Naively, I picture,
If I knew your color- the warmth of your shades,
Your scent- the subtlety of your flavor,
Your melody- the raspy breath of your whisper,
I could describe a Human’s experience,
An infinitesimal sum of blurred realities and perceptions.