When the lights are down when the lights are out,
when you’re in that place where you scream and shout,
where no one hears you; no one cares,
it’s in your mind, it’s in your mind.
Face-to-face, eye-to-eye flesh-to-flesh
the beauty lies
beneath beside, on top below; it’s all a disguise.
The deeper part of yours and hers:
the thoughts the cares the moans the sighs
the midnight chuckle the silent cry,
it’s in your mind, it’s in your mind.
In the beginning some spark between you, both it jumps,
and in its grasp controlling hold
magnetic appeal, it’s in your mind, it’s in your mind.
And if it’s true all above
we can touch and we can love,
give some time to consider, pause:
Mind to mind what does that mean what it’s cause?
In the fullest concept, the worlds between
you and me and me and you
if only for a universe’s second or two.
What am I trying to say
That love is at basic an electrical play,
A dance of electrons spinning round let’s say:
electron flow, how hot it glows.
Is that realities bottom line?
And if so consider that
it matters little flesh or bot.
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