Superhuman Hypnosis

It’s on the tip of my tongue I want you to taste it with your ears and your eyes

How your mind sinks the hesitation procrastination every painful iteration

Every scenario to me occurred

That it is the feeling not the word, that gets stirred

By more than physical touch, but mine you’ve penetrated

Through my rivers serrated, rushing waters.

A non-chaotic state of mind perfectly content,

Make me feel like a sweepstakes winner, I am plain hell bent

On reciprocating, becoming a slave to the hypnotist in me for you having been saved

For He did not to me even reveal how it would be graced upon me

Through a super human fate

 

Tamara Morton - - October 2011

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