01 Sep Unbodied

He’s not real, but I’m thinking about him.

Someone got me writing again,

Helped me return to this passion pit of fire even if it was for a short time.

A place that I once dredged myself out of on my hands and knees.

Tricky little habits were calling me again

because I didn’t want to leave.

I wiped my heart from off my sleeve.

Had to force myself away even if it was for a day.

He’s not real, but I’m thinking about him.

Someone I’ve always wished to find

Someone never far behind.

A fantasy from time to time.

He’s not real, but he’s thinking about me.

Asking for a little more time.

That artificial sweetener on the top of my tongue.

That honey that drips into a run.

That captive sensation that makes me impatient from chasing the idea of you.

Like that oil slick rainbow,

Like those ice chips

As I lift my feet off the ground

that captive sensation makes a sound.

He’s not real, but he’s thinking about me.