Ever since I thrust my hips against yours,
my center of gravity has been askew.
I now walk with a slanted stride.
Ever since I synced up with your skull,
my thoughts are invaded by your tongue.
My brain has been off balance
as though it’s still swimming in that fish bowl.
The world looks different at this new angle.
Gone are the demons and angels.
People are only human;
and as one, I am both.
My own individual shade of gray.