A Conversation with my Bus Driver

“You’re going the wrong way!”

“The school’s that way!”

 

I trod away from university

A universe lies between me and the others. 

Boiling intensity

resonates in my mind

resonates in my bones

resonates in my soul.

 

“Am I good enough?”

 

More questions than answers flood my mind

But I doubt you have the time to answer.

You pander before the quickest release

Of the pedal that rests beneath your feet.

The bus’ engine roars, your voice quiets

My time to talk has ceased.

 

 

 

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Who is Love?

I’ve had many lovers,

I’ve made love many times,

but my love was found in the reflection of me in;

your eyes

your soul

your way.

Fingers grip flesh so deep it pierces the skin,

hurting you, strengthening me,

we continue in this ritual of emotions,

too strong to be expressed physically,

into the moment before the release,

when two souls become one entity,

and leave bare bodies on exposed sheets.

Lucid dreaming as you thrust your energy into me,

Tangible pain yields tantric bliss.

 

You are love.