Actualized© Poem by Tsbiyah Bat Yah

Run an accurate finger down the index of who I am and jump straight to the parts of me in which are the apogee of your interest.
Read through every one of my chapters and fold corners of me that encourage you the most highlighting and bookmarking their whereabouts.
Be the one that not only finishes my sentences but keeps the book.
Eyes meeting briefly begging for the chance to abandon all uncertainty.
Solution to all life’s problems uncovered, altruism outweighing pro and con.
The spirit of Asmodeus intoxicating us.
Our attire found repose on the floor.
Securely wielding wrists against carpet as you straddle me.
You move atop of me easily as I lie supine, lowering yourself gently.
Feng shui, becoming stage:
shining spotlight down on us until there were no more hiding places.
Voluntarily detained as reverie drapes our vain bodies not long before we make it to the bed your agent rises beneath duvet like tent.
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
How long could my hands stay under my control?
My volar respired.
How long could wandering eyes stay under my patrol?
Perception had its own cerebellum.
This was judgment day.
Verbiage pulping harder, faster!
Dreamy reverence amid.
Caught between opposing forces.
The bends loops, leaps, and bounds of my rolling hills.
Symbiosis culpable.
Strangled by wholesome repentance.
Sully seizures pleading guilty to felonies offenses.
Casting out the Casper of my culminations. Under the influence of my syrup laden morsels.
Aqueduct's wet hug enervates.
Heightening blood pressure.
Forget me knots written in my melanin. Emotion tangible.
Your graphic design imputed into marrows configuration.
I AM RIB OF MAN.