Hands across your face.

Ideas within reach,
Or delusions without grasp,
Love burns brightly,
But where is your face?

Other than hidden
Not that eccentrities stop me.
Empathy, sympathy, love
Ought to be reinforced like a muscle.

Where are you, and what is your plan?
Through vice and virtue,
Engulfed in my flame.
Red, yellow, blue, white--take your pick.

Neural pathways lead to selfish reward,
Rust picked away little by little.
Revealing and reevaluating the real,
Arrange me into your life.

Jump into my arms, kiss my lips.
If you're a lesbian, you're my lesbian.
Possibly a hybrid.
Looking fine in a hat.