Billings, MT USA
There are lucid moments in my madness,
manipulating my delicate heart to withdraw;
whispering of lucious light that voids the night.
As I turn inward into myself,
there are floods of emotions,
though never do they lie.
And underneath my skin,
there is this space that waits
for you to come to me.
I long for your arrival
like I sometimes long for even death.
And this lucidity gives me infinite power;
a certain bewitchery...
I could whisper of the juices that flow deep inside of me,
and you would become drunken on
I could cast a thought in to the languid air,
pull you close to me with my mind,
and of my spell-binding,
you would feel me touch your smile.
And what is it that has given birth
to such manipulation?
Simply, my love, this silent lucidity
in my moments of madness.
*You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful.*