I want to float out of my mind and into my body.
The body is better; it has different affordances.
With a body, I could put my hand around his jaw
and draw him in for a kiss. With a mind, I could
stop myself from doing that.
Talking to you in the observatory while you cried.
Sometimes I can take
a long time
to feel. Like a boomerang you forgot you threw, etc.
My inhibitions–my mind–they run into my very balls.
I may not be very principled (after all), and that’s a thought,
but you are a form that shapes, a regular pattern, a whole
that encloses and a network that connects and I can’t just
walk formless away.