Plea to Author

Plea to Author

I do not need to understand you, 

  your truth is not mine, your interpretation incomplete.

Just let me ride your letters 

seduce your words 

  and take your work as a mistress 

  into my bedroom 

  where colours hazes grin melt 

  into childlike fantasy, 

  where ecstasy constructs our truth. 

Just give me your beat 

  to blow my numbness away 

  so we can give birth

  to worlds hidden apart

  from the white noise

  of billboards, posts, feeds, pings 

  that weaponize language 

  to bastardize meaning 

  that blasphemes our only tool.

I promise to dive into your finite

  breathe in your waters

  and paint our moon

  so I can fold it in my hands

  and build our peace

So, let us share your mistress

  so that she is me

  and we are new

  as you now take mine

  and make her yours.