Meditation of Infatuation

My posture...sitting in lotus position
as unrealistic contemplations
overcrowd my thinking space
leaving no vacancies for fresh deliberations
he is dreamy
hotel accommodated in my brain
& who knows when check out time is...
wondering what personified fragrance he is wearing
& how it would smell rubbed off on me
inquiring what mix of flavor his lips would be
if they were to graciously touch mine...
I want a taste of his forever
so that I can receive the recipe
to get to his heart
his love is like a heavy downpour
& I'd take the risk of getting wet
but he is unreachable
like a never-ending mountain
that I cannot grasp to the top of....
& it crumbles down on me
dissatisfaction on my tongue
hard not to swallow its thick consistency
the funk of this impractical meditation
tricky to disinfect my spirit.

(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2005.