I’ve attempted to line my thoughts like dominos,
eachcollidesontoptheotherwithgentleforce
Lie on my lap and let me plug into your dreams,
streaminghuesasbrightasdiamondswithwarmthlikethesun
You massage my palm with your lips whispering
coherentattachmenttothesecondsourpathsverged
Purge me of my wandering stasis and guide me
Intotheworldlytopographythatwillmimicourconjunctsteps
