A Gnostic Psychic

Wrinkles in time produce erasures of mind Loving you with only the faint residue of who I am Like a hard drive wiped clean But the user’s sweat still clings to the keyboard The interface had to wait to be reformed My inner face smiles when it sees our connect was reborn The metaphor is fitting But the brain is more Than an information system Waiting to be accessed We’re not technology and plastic Imagine this- you and I Soul mates of a kind What is a mate but a friend Is that a crime to believe In another place and time We shared an intimate exchange Is that strange that you were mine? Oh to turn a phrase The words like sugar on a cane They thrust on the the page And make love to the mind that retains The heat from my flame I’ll say it again Imagine this- you and I Soul mates of a kind What is a mate but a friend Is that a crime? To believe in another place and time We shared an intimate exchange that was sublime If you enjoyed this you can visit: https://traviswolfkill.wordpress.com/