Jimi

We've gotta stop meeting like this.. I experience a gift on my psychedelic trips, & unless we coexist I guess these lips will go unkissed. I lay in disarray & put my thoughts up in the air.. with you as background music, it's like your tunes play through my hair. Why come all this way if I can't save us from the grief? and.. could it be just my fate to be contained into this being? I ask you if you're free & you agree yet you're confined, you said if I give up, it's like I'm leaving you behind.. then a force erupts & it's almost unexpected.. these instruments are bleeding, and the feeling is electric. I get lost within this daze, while I'm riding out your wave, knowing when this all ends, again, reality will change. & is it for the better? The room collides.. pool, darts, red lights - it's like this basement shifts into your era. Our interaction's interrupted, & another introduction was abducted by discussion. Why is it when I'm close to love I feel your presence visit? i stayed and  prayed to stars so long that day replaced my vision. Should I up my doses so this potency is stronger? & close my eyes, ride out this flight, & hope our visits will be longer..