possibilities are a trap while their creation pure elation as they descend like wonderfully ignited powders falling from the sky dazzling eyes and mind voluminous in breadth they descend and layer like a blanket a suffocating maze of endless spinning wheels
thus the lure like bait to hunger the tempting the almost of all it sustains a ringing charm chained to my gooselike neck straining to taste all the bubbles one could pop
oh you tantalizer of spirit and loins you vixen awakening even from the dim silence of non presence you lift eyes from despair and fill dripping need with luscious grip it matters not that binds entrap you or your discomfort as authority revealed you emanate our genies and swirl our genes you mesmerize and dizzy making tops spin you are lust’s answer for gratitude to sprawl across naked floors puddled with drooling needs and quaking screams howling at your lascivious moon
when? when will you lunge into those watercolored ideas that graffiti of mind that paint hints of plump futures ripe with accomplishment stakes atop mountain tops
what chaos you reap splattering faux milestones like trails in never ending woods manufactured from prisms of truth those things that feed you inventing dreams that pacify urges for triumph the drama of fine endings universal pomp celebrating a specialness that keeps days alive
do you mind if i relish all the innuendos mind fodder rubbing all those hidden places rhythmic hallucination dizzying mesmerization loopy horizons wanting to be the house of your wicked satiation your witnessing mind like penetrating eyes a governess of suffering the maitre d of the inane strings of quacking seconds the vice of your mind clenching my pathetic need turning me purple with just your thoughts dripping with want the air of your forever no’s freezing the sweat into a noose a leash ...
i spin on my own ferris wheel dizzy with fright that ill be left to stew that my eyes pleading for relief fall on deaf mind that looks beyond the me of i not allowing me to be a distraction my words stumbling through a tight gag dripping on the floor for you to wade through in that aloof morse code of clicking heels preparing for a day beyond
the thrill of your almost attention that hardly tends to me at all my neuroscreaming breeding silence your presence a false salve as you pat my head and think...