Intimacy
I am a figment of what you think
I am
Am I
the voice behind the body?
Or
Am I
the body behind the voice?
My arms are resting on my knees
My feet are on the carpet floor
My fingers are typing these letters
Tapping the keys of the computer
I am a mask that shapes what you think
I am
I am a veil that hides what you guess
I am
I
am
far
away
Yet close enough that you could hear me in your head
My heart is beating, I can hear it
Pulse blood, pump blood
It beats me into existence
It brings me rhythmic sentience
My heart is beating, can you hear it?
I am the flow that makes the river what
it is
I am the force that binds the cosmos into
one
I am the voice that tells you what to
THINK!
I am the body that you imagine as you
THINK!
My presence mingles with yours
My fingers caress your cheeks
My blushing face comes closer and closer
Until all you are, you see,
blends with the green of my eyes
I am a figment of what you think
I am
I am you
I am!
