Shambling

two piercing eyes
glanced into two piercing eyes
and energies met head-on
we tiptoe around
like heartbreaking new friends.
tiptoe-ing in that phophorescent void.
heartbreaking.
my nutty surrealist low-voiced serious staring talk
and your critical anti-everything drawl
leaning together, hands waving wildly,
conversing excitedly,
when beings like this collide,
we are attacked with the great amorous soul
we have just created
like a huge benzedrine hallucination.
it all sounds so much more poetic in words,
it all felt so much more poetic in emotions,
in looks, in such an unreal reality.