I dared to dream, and then...
Midnight madness overtakes me.
Again it shakes me
forsakes me
rakes me
over the white hot coals
and then tosses me in the air.
No fair.
I am whipped into a foamy mouthed frenzy
by the lunacy...
so you see,
I am not quite myself.
Perhaps I am you...
not true?
perhaps you are me
in a sea of reckless wild-eyed bedlam.
I seldom am sure,
demure I am not
in these troubled times.
Crimes of passion
dance
prance
by chance
or design.
Whine
moan
sizzle.
They DO NOT fizzle.
The courtship of craziness to the
absolute absence of right good sense.
There is no fence between
the creeping impish sinister glare
and the predatory stare...
the melding of two feats of,
what...
not me?
For you see...this is simply what transpires,
mires me in the quicksand of despair
when you are there
and I am here.
Fear...the mood
for it's food for the
hunger that refuses to abate.
I equate the nights without
my mate
with a state
of fundamental instability
for you see
we are meant to be
TOGETHER,
not apart.
Tears my heart
and turns me into a writhing mess,
this quest for what my heart needs
and which seeds
the tornadic swirl and hurls
me into midnight madness
'til the morning...
while mourning the loss
of a wonderful love-filled night
might be fatal
one day.
No way
do I want to keep living without you,
so sue me
lock me up
fill my cup
with the nectar of the god you are
but fill me complete.
Meet my bottom
to my top
and flop
your raging inferno
into my volcano.
FEED THE FIRE
higher
deeper until
madness becomes a way of life.
Take your knife
and sink it into the delicate treat
A feat
reserved not for the rest
but the best.
You.
I laugh
a sardonic crazy idiotic MAD
kinda laugh...
kinda laugh...
a gaffe
a time to die
now
why
how
can I continue to survive
the nights & days without
the other part of me
for I see
no other way
to be whole
complete.
Meet the OTHER side of me
and merge the tender trap of love
that waits for you
with your true river of deep
expression
a session
that will leave us both
fulfilled
and exhausted
and deep
sleep.
Not crazy
lazy
with the slightly upturned tips
of the corners of our smile
while
you hold me in
deep silent warm breathed
love
above me.
Wheeeeeeeeee
CRAZY.
Smooch.
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