To Thighs & Brains

I love thick thighs and smart brains. Expound to me the universe and all its little secrets. Teach me how stars are born and why hearts break the same way. Squeeze me in between them fleshy paradise while you tell me why ants organize better than governments, the patriarchy and all that. Tell me your opinions of things and what goes on in that beautiful mind.

Explain why time moves forward but memory walks backward, is it possible to stop time and be stuck here, like this, with you? Head between as you touch my hair while simultaneously speak and decode love, death, money, God, silence, laughter, the whole operating system.

You have a literal sense of things while I have a poetical one. You tell me about the birth of stars ; I tell you that all the pretty stars fall hoping to catch a glimpse of you, your eyes. Save me, save me not from those thighs and give me some brains.