When I said you were the only other one,
I said that in error.
I used to live in the terror of seclusion
and the delusion of inadequacy,
because I let others limit my intimacy.
But I discovered a twin flame,
a sister is spirituality,
Souls connected through the moon.
We live emotionally, love ferociously,
and when they guilt our intensity,
we respond with vivacity
to defend our sensuality.
Explaining in useless;
our language is voiceless.
We speak through colors, moonlight, and music,
through trees, sunlight, and lyrics.
So when I say I understand,
I’m not sure that you understand
that I’m not of this world,
this dispassionate wasteland.