We question the mind
that is but a manifestation of being
monopoly dice that’s a particular taste
say the words; ACID on your tongue
travel is a nightmare
physically it’s just 10 feet between us
metaphorically, the build-up of bile in my stomach till
I can’t help but taste the pain

We value the eyes
planispheric orbs we relish in the juice
wine-red-warm-liquid-juice
washes away with bleach, did you know?
look up there at her face and
try to see the cavity in her heart
look ahead until your eyes BLEED until you
see what it is that 
everyone else seems to see
“enlightenment” is but a mirage

We touch the hands
creeping fingers creeping mind
when did ten feet become four inches become millimeters of space
between us?
i can feel her calloused hands 
these are hands that know not love,
but the roughness of struggle and strife

We sense the heart
let these universal truths of anger and passion
and LOVE mean what to her what is to me

We know more of others than ourselves...
But if you would just look in the mirror, you’d feel it too