Is madness really madness
or the waking scream that
brings us to, keeps us on
the brink of realization
that we are alive?
I feel most alive,
on fire inside,
when I am near you.
When I lie beneath you
and you dive inside to
hold the pinnacle of my
being in your fingertips,
I feel completely safe in
the embrace of my vulnerability.
I have complete faith in your
adept ability to complete me
without eclipsing me.
Doves were never meant
for cages anyway - nor was love.