Something From Up Above, Something From Down Below

You know, that just proves it, that  
when I met you and saw my own progress, I was right.  
I also saw yours.  
So we'll make the barriers mold.  
 
Penetrating fold upon fold of resistance,  
settling into a magic groove where I fit in.  
And make the door gape wide open.  
Driving through the hole of emptiness.  
 
Excavating the within of you  
to understand coming out and coming in.  
And the subtle breathing of the Taj Mahal  
to know what woman lives there.  
 
Sinking swifty into a throbbing vessel  
with a moisture in the air  
for the life of a young girl who lives here.  
 
Pubescent lies grew into ridges.  
But I can feel the hearty life inside the make of the wall,  
one with the wall to pull it back  
and come upon a girl in a flower.  
I can smell and taste the citric.  
And reincarnating beside the girl, I hold her tight to my chest.  
I resound the beat from her breast.  
 
You'll call me many things in the future.  
You'll want me for many dreams someday.  
 
There's a lot in this world of you.  
Close your eyes. I want to know you.