Where does this power come from
Of seduction
Of tryst
Of mysterious alliances made in secret collaboration
Some alternate reality lived parallel
Existing in silent screams
And wet orgasmic dreams.
Floating in a haze of subjective objectivity
Rationalizing the irrational
As intellect and intuition combine in terrible splendor
Only soothed by the siren song of the wraith.
Mind alone cannot comprehend
The forces involved in imagining another person into being
Invocations and spells woven of fantasy and need
Manifest the necessary key to unlock kundalini from her coiled
Slumber.

Where does this power come from to fuel
Sweet soulful streams of blissful pleasure
Brilliant white beaches and coral-strewn azure seas
Seek fruition through the ocean of being
Events and people collaborate in the cosmic dance of creation
And synchronicity abounds until the right person is found.
Secret dreams and memory connect souls across time
In eternal relationships of love and hate
Countless interactions spiraling timelessly into infinity.
The wraith belongs to the moment of recognition
To the moment of realization
To the forever moment of knowing
That something has to change.

Where does this power come from
To know someone not knowing how you know
Drawn from the core of your self
To the soul of another not your other
In boundless fascination
Wonder
And thunderous joy.