~ talkin out my ass ~

so i am me.  whee.  not the one you didnt think of course
but i'm the one you met that one time, heh.
you thought you knew me but you only saw the surface.  you 
thought i was made of the same things as you but
you were so wrong, yes you were.
made of nothing but the same things.. is what you are to everything else
but he and i are made of jewels and you are nothing but the rest
not as if you were without value
as the air i breathe, unnoticed, i cannot live without
and the thoughts i think, without effort, my conscious mind is made of
and the ground upon which i walk, i depend on it
yet i am the machine that uses these things
i want to make love to him.  i want to feel him.  i want to want him
he wants me to scream for him, he wants me to need him,
and i do.
and i want to rule the world with him, we will.. as we do all that we please
and as we walk on the shores of California, we will breathe the air
without even thinking about it.
and it will keep us alive, although we think of nothing but our enlightenment
in each other's arms.
and watch the sunset, and become minds, and become one, and make love in the night,
and intertwine our limbs into our conception of physical expression of the love
that we bear into each other.

(C) 1998 Katrina Kidwell Johnson