I’m drawn to minds, not bodies. It’s not your face I remember — it’s the way you think. Ideas turn me on. I don’t chase skin. I follow sparks. It’s not your face I replay It’s the way you pause on a verb Turn a question on its side Like you’re opening a tiny clock You tilt a thought Gears showing in your hands Say one stray word And my spine understands I don’t chase skin I follow sparks I fall for the maps inside your marks If a sentence ever made you ache You know exactly what I mean I don’t chase skin I follow sparks Give me metaphors, paradoxes, Mad questions at 2am. Give me silence that says more than talk. I don’t want your body. I want what it remembers. 2am Couch light Half dark You drop a paradox between us Ask if silence counts as speech Then let the quiet answer first Your eyes go far Searching for the edge of a metaphor And I swear that’s What I’m reaching for I don’t chase skin I follow sparks I fall for the maps inside your marks If a sentence ever made you ache You know exactly what I mean I don’t chase skin I follow sparks Have you ever watched someone Disassemble their own belief Just to see what still ticks When the polish comes off If I remember anything It’s not the outline of your body It’s the moment you finished my thought And left the rest of me burning
