You

You:

Sometimes I look at you,

Sitting there, looking at me,

And I wonder if your neuron receptors are getting anything real.

Do you see anything other than a somewhat pretty face?

I fear you only think:

“That’s enough for me”,

And there our story ends.

Me:

I need more.

I cannot be the sweetener in your coffee,

The pillow on your bed,

The small comfort that gets you through,

Your mundane and meager existence.

I am:

A streak of lightning,

An explorer,

An orgasm,

Intense,

Passionate.

I want a brain bond-

A mind meld.

I will climb into your head,

Via your ear,

and crawl around your grey matter.

I want to know every crease, and crevice.

I will dance in your hypothalamus-

Slowly and with perfect rhythm in my hips,

To make sure you want me.

I will memorize every thought and feeling,

I will explore your cerebellum,

Your every move is mine.

I will sleep and reside in your cerebrum,

Until your wits,

And your behavior are my

Responsibility.

That fire, that fervor-

That is what I crave.

Not a relationship I can scrape off

The bottom of my shoe

At the end of the day.