You N My Fantasies Poem by Minnie Gehrig

I cant stop thinking about,
how clouds seem to change things,
make them more than what they are,
or tall
heights and falling from them,

and you,
wandering in and out of my
daydreams my endless fantasies,
transcending,

they unleash on themselves and eat each other cannibolisticly,
and yet the dreams will not stop,
endlessly creating and recreating themselves,
so bizarre, they have gotten
some times i lie in bed n question my own sanity,

or wake up in stalk poetry
some predatory cat
slipping through the shadows
of all these words,
licking the fragrance of tongues n thirsting for,

flesh bright in clean next to mine,
i am begging to wonder if im growing addicted
to sex,
i just want to exhaust evreything right now i

just want to climb the top of the tallest building and step over the edge
without looking down n
fall to your arms,

n your arms are any arms,
i choose,
n all the arms that hold me,

stilled heartbeats in the darkness,
transparent faces n heavy breaths
n you hot on my tounge,
heavy on my hand,
as this pen,
across my heart,
glides us.