away with the noise

in this typed up, imaginary world,
it is easy to get lost - to lose your way
and assemble with all the stimulation.

so much to see and taste and feel that we
can get lost inside the tech, toiling away
with invisible games and imaginary names.

but really take it in, be honest with
yourself, perceive the trees and the
birds and the small nothings.

a breath,
a sigh,
the smell of your lover-
the taste of their skin,
the cool way they play
at your mind.

the search for reality is tedious.
it leaves a stale taste, a thick that
coats the inside of the mouth.

but it is all and everything.

it is the night and day,
the tingle at the small of the back.

it is the dream and the fantasy,
coiled into one.

it is the love and acceptance
that makes it move.

it is all there is.

if you take away the noise,
filter through the jumble, the
sex is on the street.
the lonely whimpers are
everywhere,
ready to reach out to you,
to become a part of you
if you let the racket recede.

they taste your name on their lips.
they feel your skin against their own.
they accept you and want you as
their own.
reach out to them and you'll see.
let them be a part of you and you'll believe.
there is nothing wrong with looking up
from the device in your hand and gracing
the world with your sight.