Bramble

The gnarled bramble of human emotion,
it grows wild in mysterious configurations,
around the heart's secret sins.

Sometimes my emotions mutate,
into complex feeling lacking names.  
Distorted haunting feelings without
explainable frames.  

Yet you breeched the tangled me.
In stark desperation to find,
the entrance to my naked mind.  

Enter the mist of my glossy abyss,
deeper than my bones.  
Behold my glowing mysteries,  
like a gurgling creek's hidden stones.