My Multi-Layered Library

I can't forget the day I vowed:

"This woman will be mine."

Since then, you've occupied

My writing website. Grabbing

At the rays of light, my sleepy mind

Keeps whispering the poems

I don't want to hear. You will

Appreciate them, blush, and tell

Your friends. I will re-read your emails.

You'll re-read this piece. Another

Cigarette. No, no more women.

Their sex tastes like a cannibal.

Besides, I am still figuring

Your strain of

Cannabis.

You are my altred state of consciousness.

I will get high whether you're smoking

Me or not. In multi-layered library, I browse

Dimensions, visit those where you and I

Share a realm. Imagined anything is real.

For all that's real is a made-up maze.

You are inhabiting my time, though not

My space. Not in this galaxy. But frankly, 

We're quite happy in my

Fantasies.