understanding prisms

 
touching the open view
my dreams open their eyes
with vision of the impossible

entertaining the newness of things
lusting in understanding in a different light
Perhaps I just didn;t get it before

altering states compulse me to rise
leaving my chains
my thoughts take flight with butterfly wings
Oh well, you know me
Maybe dark moth wings

In any case, my thoughts fly watching you do your things
lips stitched should I reveal too much
After all, it's just a tango, right?

looking over my shoulder
sifting through words
that play a wordless charade on my vulnerability

inducing me to act
upon the greedy need
shared by me