Swirling twirling down
in my lucid subconcious levity
in my chest floats brevity---
heart swimming in the profane,
ears tweaked wickedly,
moaning in my slumber,
lost in the song of his voice
quietly singing my name-
tis insane, sheer lunacy
not to have him here with me
falling in love deeper and deeper,
normalcy gone mundane-
shamelessly
reforming the psychotic's norm...
yes...it's good to imagine kisses
not odd to feel a ghostly touch,
yes, normal to be lost in a lybrinth of musings
normal to yearn and ponder way to much.
In his midnight maraudings he comes to me
and envelops me in his arms...
kisses my spine
and caresses my thighs
breath weighted with his charms...
he knows I live to wait for him
but my crowded mind is always too greedy for dreams,
so in sleep states he loves to creep-
teasing me and taunting me
with promises he will never keep---
in light of day I awake in frustrated disorientation
greeted by a bed of thorned white roses,
and I rush and tumble to my window
and dance to the rythem
of his elusive proses
while shackeled to his soul...
safe in my bondage
praying he will never let me go.
©copyright ambroziya snow2001
all rights reserved
in my lucid subconcious levity
in my chest floats brevity---
heart swimming in the profane,
ears tweaked wickedly,
moaning in my slumber,
lost in the song of his voice
quietly singing my name-
tis insane, sheer lunacy
not to have him here with me
falling in love deeper and deeper,
normalcy gone mundane-
shamelessly
reforming the psychotic's norm...
yes...it's good to imagine kisses
not odd to feel a ghostly touch,
yes, normal to be lost in a lybrinth of musings
normal to yearn and ponder way to much.
In his midnight maraudings he comes to me
and envelops me in his arms...
kisses my spine
and caresses my thighs
breath weighted with his charms...
he knows I live to wait for him
but my crowded mind is always too greedy for dreams,
so in sleep states he loves to creep-
teasing me and taunting me
with promises he will never keep---
in light of day I awake in frustrated disorientation
greeted by a bed of thorned white roses,
and I rush and tumble to my window
and dance to the rythem
of his elusive proses
while shackeled to his soul...
safe in my bondage
praying he will never let me go.
©copyright ambroziya snow2001
all rights reserved
