my best kind of thinking is thinking of nothing
and staring at something without even looking
and that's what I'm doing as I walk next to no one
and the conspiracy of obsession is suddenly clear.
Perhaps it was poison, but that doesn't matter
the scent is the bullet
and i am the innocent bystander struck
and it's all unintentioned
But Suddenly, I have been forced to remember
I remember the darkness
the streetlight through curtains
the softness of cotton
the smoothness of silk
I remember the buckles
the zippers
the buttons
the jackets
the blankets
the couches
the chairs
it's seductively fleeting
like across-the-room glances
and last-second dances, it's over too soon
the sensation escapes me
the details elude me
i'm left with a taste of a taste that has left me
do you remember a moment of naive perfection
heightened perception, uncynical
think of a moment when The Fear was all broken
will it come to you unbidden, so strong and then gone again
remember a moment, of newfound expression,
such an awkward sensation... but STRONG
O!verwhelming
