Contours

trace the contours of my mind,
my skin is just the surface.
tell me what it is, what i am inside,
succumb to this catharsis.

so much pleasure, it makes me sick
i need to get some air,
gravitate right back to you,
something tells me this is rare.

encompass me, and we’ll transcend.
make love to my words.
there’s no beginning, and there’s no end,
this existence would be preferred

this is it, and we are here
we’ve reached nirvana love.
but now we’re coming back into ourselves,
can you here the mourning dove?

so we’ll fall asleep, and re-awake,
connected by our hands.
but you know i love you, so please don’t shake,
deep down we’ll understand.