Stolen thoughts.

We were sitting in the grass next to the fire.
We were holding hands, knees touching.
You leaned over
kissed me
and asked,

"What goes on in your mind?
What are you thinking about,
                                               right this second?"

You.
I'm thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like plants think about the sun.
I'm thinking about you like wells think about water.
I'm thinking about you like bukowski thinks about poetry,
like a car thinks about gas,
like a cigarette thinks about being smoked.

I'm thinking about you.

You're wearing your clothes, all of them.

It's NEVER about sex,
when I'm thinking about you.
When I'm thinking about you the way my feet think about walking.
The way grass thinks about growing.
I'm thinking about you like water thinks about flowing,
like the stars think about glowing,
and dynamite thinks about exploding.
I'm thinking of you like the sun thinks about fire.

I'm thinking about you like R. Davis thinks about R. Frost.
I'm thinking about you like Joel Brown thinks about getting with a girl
who is also
in a wheelchair.
I'm thinking about you like Carlyn thinks about DYING.
I'm thinking about you.

I'm thinking about you like a noose thinks about
                                                                              HANGING.

I'm thinking about you like a gun thinks about shooting.
Like a razor thinks about cutting,
and a needle thinks about veins.
I'm thinking about you like my PEN thinks about WRITING.

I'm thinking about you like pornography thinks about destroying your brain.



                                                        But You
                                                                   are NOT
                                                                                 thinking
                                                                                                   about me.

But I'm thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like pages think about turning.
I'm thinking about YOU.
The way air thinks about lungs,
and the way your heart thinks about blood.

I'm thinking about you.

                                              And You
                                                               STILL
                                                                          aren't thinking
                                                                                                    about
                                                                                                     
                                                                                                                   ME.
I'm thinking about you like a bottle thinks about getting broken.
I'm thinking about you like the fire thinks about Burning.
I'm thinking about you like my mind thinks about DOING.

and I wake up.
ALONE.

And I'm STILL thinking about you.
I AM STILL THINKING ABOUT YOU.