Absorbed

To think is to feel and my mind tells me now, when my heart beats, it's real. Still, I don't know how you can move from my body to my heart, to my mind with grace - endless passion one's unlikely to find. Absorbed in your mystery. Consumed by your thoughts. Discovering planes in which I could never be brought by anyone else in this madness and pain. Exist day to day with almost nothing to gain. But as the tides change and the moon shifts it's pull, my soul is awakened and my think tank if full. No longer in need, No longer held back. Desire's fulfillment. There's nothing I lack. From my Aweless thought inducer. From my Tender soul seducer. Your force has been tapped. Recognition sneaks in. The shackles have snapped. Let the journey begin.