I Died

I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.
I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?
Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;
After that, soaring higher than angels -
What you cannot imagine,
I shall be that.

-Jalaludin Rumi

Mental Intercourse

Please allow me to slip into something a little more comfortable
Something like, your mind
I'm stimulated by your kind
Because thought processes excite me
Deep and Wet with the waters of critical analytical thinking
Flowing like the rivers of time
Can I gently caress your intellect?
With concepts that I have created with my mind
As I undress your thoughts with my eyes
I know what you want because imagination never lies
The truth is all in your head
I know, because so I am
It's actually better that way
Wetter that way Because these creative juices never stop flowing
All the while knowing
That I wanted you to give me a piece of your information
Must be intimidation that has you seemingly nervous
It must be your first time Sharing your mind
Don't worry it won't hurt
But you might get addicted
Because once you get the feeling it's hard to stop no longer being restricted
By physical limitations having inclinations to, do it
Every time I see you
Not in public though, Someone might see
But they still wouldn't know
The places we would go
How I softly licked your gray matter
As we rolled around your brain's master Bedroom trying not to knock anything over
I know its never felt like this
you never had it this deep
You feel exhausted weak
As if you were asleep
But it wasn't a dream, it's truly real just without the ability to feel
In fact we hadn't even kissed, and yet you miss Me
slowly thrusting my swollen creativity,
Deep inside your imagination rhythmically,
Until our thoughts exploded simultaneously
And we had engaged in mental intercourse


Written by Armanthia Duncan