celestialfire

Crush

Doth my vine not intoxicate when drunk from my poisoned lips?
Love breeds insanity through her curvy and succulent hips.
Intransigent forces, rigid and unmoved,
bend and mold,
so I can be as so bold
as to fleece her love with furtive celerity.
I speak with sincerity,
violent but brave,
still redolent of mist from undulating waves.
I'm enraptured by your luminance.
The tone of sound lowers to silence,
the room ceased still to the point of oblivion.
Yet your vibrations are illuminating bright and fierce with tonality and hue.
But at the same time my focus remains rigid
while my peripheral becomes blurry and no longer vivid.
As if our connection is all that exists.
I feast from you as you drain from Me.
A constant complete circuit.
I'm not sure where you end and I begin,
bleeding the line between virtue and sin.
My knees grow weak as I approach, in my mind and none other,
silly since I feel as if we've always been lovers.
I want to pick the wings off each and every butterfly that torments my insides.