i listen to your creativity with a bar of laced chocolate in my stomach and the frustration with you sitting on my heart. i don't want anything more than a physical connect with something real so in the absence of that i choose the surreal and surrender myself to it's drugged fueled visions. you will not mark me and the one before has seared my soul so i sit in the middle no man's land waiting for the next brave soul. dark nights of wandering fingers and ghostly lovers have left me parched and needy. when will the oasis of tenderness come? where is my sea of love and gentle lover guide? the drugs kick in and i find that i must offer up the better parts of me to sail across their oceanic memories.