2 o'clock in the morning and the mind is in turmoil A torso wallows in the sheets like a swine rolls in mud to sooth his inevitable slaughter of paradise at the break of day. They say dawn is nearest when night is at its darkest. But maybe all this hype is just the body's chain reaction. A result of what the heart can't continue to bare. Or maybe it's just plain fear Nevertheless, what else am I to call it, but love because that's all you've ever shown me. I can't even begin to tell you all the the thousands of combinations of feelings you've created for this heart's safe. Nor can I begin to tell you all the pages you've written on me that have evolved through Darwin's Theory of Evolution into creatures called "Chapters" written about you. In the end there's no denying that the dream is real. I don't need the pinch to know. Because these vines are feelings grown real they can't be cut they can't be burned Only can they wrap, run wild, and long Straggle my heart and make me wake up 2 o'clock in the morning in the coldest sweat ever to Reminisce the wet dream. A fantasy forgone with just the remnants of the saliva on my pillow from thoughts of one day tasting you.