Lover of love, I was,
More than I thought, more than I said.
Relentlessly swinging between my cinematic styles
Intensely, viciously, shamelessly.
Spell, you said, I spoke to your cells;
My hand pushed itself inside your heart
Passionately playing with your arteries.
My finger, muted, opened the gate of your forehead.
My soul, disguised in vulnerability
Thought that it shared itself before.
Did it? Did I? Did you? Ever?
Will you remember all the talks we never had?
THE WONDERMIND 