Untamed
Why is this thing called love
when by its fragile intent
becomes a sudden slow ember
to then simply feed upon the flames
of its own bonfire
Those cursed lips
taste of a bounteous feast
so sweet its infection
is loves elegant torture
when from starvation
desire is released
Ah ! Harlequin trickster of doubt and surety
within sleepless dreams
comes to taunt the flowers
and in petal meadows wander secretly
Hide from the fact
run to the truth
does a lie hang there
from the temples roof
does the paradox entwine
from the souls own making
and is it yourself you are forsaking
Why oh why
all this hesitant hesitation
I think I will stretch away from normality
because somewhere in sanity
I am evidently crazy
Searching has only brought this
this troublesome need
and its urgent request
a periscope peering
from out of my own depth
Expectant art
stunning beauty
written on the tongue
of latent sensuality
should I die
shall I be born
and allow joyous terror
to devour me
relinquish
accept
and in the end
vanish with love into eternity
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