Let Me Rock You

Maybe

you look at me

and see I’m somehow

treating you like a lump of coal

and trying to

push on you

as a vice,

like a tectonic plate,

enveloping you

and squeezing you

into a new shape.

Nah, that’s all you, baby.

No pressure!

Honestly, honestly -

I’m not here to stress yer!

I’ll just be a warm hand cradling you

putting you

where you need to be.

There ain’t no scientist

running my show -

I flunked geology.

But baby, I think I’ve won

the geologist’s lottery.

And I don’t know what you are.

Perhaps you were born in a star

eons ago -

light years and light years afar.

But your atoms, they excite me.

And I feel your electrons flow.

I can feel the crystals of your surface,

and sense the structure deep below.

Darling, just let me shine a light on you:

you’ll see

where you need to be.

I’ll rock your world,

I’ll ‘stack’ around

till 2073.

Oh, if only you’d let me,

if only, the light -
so prismatic.

We could set each other free.