Our hips said it all.
i was in a fog.
as if the morning yawned its way into my head.
i acted as an animal.
we are waves and particles.
we turn air into gold.
and i acted as an animal.
patience.
there is no regret. i want you to know that.
but what should be palpable is my lack of patience.
i was nervous. i was unsteady.
and as much as i have wanted anything, i wanted that.
but i am unsure if you did.
i am unsure of how to act in hallways.
i am unsure of how to show affection.
i am unsure of what to say to friends.
i am unsure of why i acted as an animal.
this is all new.
i am unashamed of the stains my steps leave.
i get the feeling we are one and the same.
i just dont know how to be sure.
i dont see "you" for days.
i see your waves.
the delicate wake.
the lines and spaces.
the passages that i cant be a part of.
i suppose its a lesson in patience.
i suppose its a natural recourse.
i suppose we can call it whatever you want.
but its new to me.
stifling.
just in reverse.
i have no qualms about who we are, how we are, and how we relate.
but i am affectionate.
our smoke trails kiss, but we cant.
we are the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle.
i might be an arbiter when acting as a wave.
i might be a lover when acting as a particle.
patience and prescience. patience and prescience.
over a long enough time span, we will have both.
become a BE condensate, and watch as all wave functions overlap.
but thats all relative.
were you ready?
was i?
will you be ready?
will i?
or do we say "Fuck it" and forget about the waves and the particles, and just live a thousand days as lions?
give in to that instinct that told me to grab your throat?
that instinct that told you to tear away my skin and scars?
that pushed my hand past your stomach, and around your vertebrae?
that wrapped us in a fog?
as the morning yawned its way into our heads...
i act as an animal.
i am waves and particles.
i turn air into gold.
and i act as an animal.
patience?
there is no regret.
i want you.
as if the morning yawned its way into my head.
i acted as an animal.
we are waves and particles.
we turn air into gold.
and i acted as an animal.
patience.
there is no regret. i want you to know that.
but what should be palpable is my lack of patience.
i was nervous. i was unsteady.
and as much as i have wanted anything, i wanted that.
but i am unsure if you did.
i am unsure of how to act in hallways.
i am unsure of how to show affection.
i am unsure of what to say to friends.
i am unsure of why i acted as an animal.
this is all new.
i am unashamed of the stains my steps leave.
i get the feeling we are one and the same.
i just dont know how to be sure.
i dont see "you" for days.
i see your waves.
the delicate wake.
the lines and spaces.
the passages that i cant be a part of.
i suppose its a lesson in patience.
i suppose its a natural recourse.
i suppose we can call it whatever you want.
but its new to me.
stifling.
just in reverse.
i have no qualms about who we are, how we are, and how we relate.
but i am affectionate.
our smoke trails kiss, but we cant.
we are the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle.
i might be an arbiter when acting as a wave.
i might be a lover when acting as a particle.
patience and prescience. patience and prescience.
over a long enough time span, we will have both.
become a BE condensate, and watch as all wave functions overlap.
but thats all relative.
were you ready?
was i?
will you be ready?
will i?
or do we say "Fuck it" and forget about the waves and the particles, and just live a thousand days as lions?
give in to that instinct that told me to grab your throat?
that instinct that told you to tear away my skin and scars?
that pushed my hand past your stomach, and around your vertebrae?
that wrapped us in a fog?
as the morning yawned its way into our heads...
i act as an animal.
i am waves and particles.
i turn air into gold.
and i act as an animal.
patience?
there is no regret.
i want you.