Her Mind

As I sit here, I imagine her thinking all the time
Wondering if she makes love to her thoughts, as I do mine
Hoping that I cross them, like a best friends betrayal
As her after thoughts try to avenge themselves, helplessly to no avail
Hopefully that thought will get a rights-of-passage down a path known as memory lane
I’ll wait for my light, praying all-the-while that it’s not eclipsed by someone humane
Or someone other than me, which is why I can’t help but dream of what she’s thinking
Needing to be the only thought deep enough to imply that she’d refrain from blinking

And so I refrain from the same, cuz by doing so I’d miss the oral presence of my name
Knowing that every second lost, is a possible second gained within her mental mainframe
Where she’d tell me that I would be different to that of those of a similar being
Being that I agree, I would come across to her, as an enemy to anything misleading
Vowing to never depart from her understanding without just cause or reason
Yet I’d attack her first impressions, like a hunter during open season

Or maybe I’m not on her mind, in the common sense that I’d prefer
But I’d die to be an impression at all, in the very instance that it occurs
Be that as it may, this begins and ends with my own serenity
Fighting with the very thoughts, at which I try to abstain from killing me
Contemplating that I might not even be a slight wind to her tree of emotions
But I will be that pebble to her pond, soon to be a tidal wave to her ocean
Using the only way I know, conformed into a dark and narrow path
Going with my first instinct knowing, that she’d light that passage on my behalf

Making love to a new thought, as I slip in and then out like someone needing help
Bearing witness to its climax, as I watch its deepness nurture within itself
The result being neither nothing more nor anything less than a common idea
Knowing that I haven’t been a spectator of such sincerity since the late great Aaliyah
Welcoming my new comfort, realizing that in the end, any and everything will be fine
And in her mind, our thoughts will intertwine just as settle as words in a nursery rhyme
I’m in love with her mind…..................- Syncere