Conversation Ends
After we're done with philosophy I touch you and you touch me Once we've aroused our humanity All conversation ends
After the silence and all the words
We are feeling for hidden verse
It may be a lover, it may be a friend But I'll be taking these thoughts to bed
Fine minds love to pretend
But thoughts may tire of lying with them Love you expounding the mystery Describing the taste as your kissing me
Thought can be love between two friend Like a jealous tryst
The body seeks revenge
We've been tied up in just listening Into your thighs I'd like to lean
Reading at night oh my silent friend
I'll follow your spine down as you bend
Our cells cannot speak but they're listening For a dialogue of the body's dream
We spoke of the world at its end
Now don't tell me
That we're just friends
After the words, after the day
Language is touched with infinity
I may go deeper in thought than the world Though the wisdom I seek is a mythical girl
Conversation ends.