Woke up feeling, uncomfortably content.
So, I drove myself to the
edge of sanity.
I sat there a while,
wondering
what comes next.

what if we woke up to
find the sun rising in the west?

would i be your lover
and her your second best?

I wish that time itself
Were a different meaning
A commodity I could bend and turn
Into a completely different existence being
And in nonsense found
The most sensible singers
Pleading to be heard again, together and
In such looks there can only be the one understandable meaning meant
You glance is haunting
And our seeing is what leads me to be
What nudges me towards believing

Just entered the garden of eden
Fresh
Beautiful
And vibrant
Also unchallenging and eerily void of imperfection

Like spring buds innocent
Before petals wilt
Faced with disappointment in the seasons

Lips a deeper shade of scarlet than forbidden fruit itself
Sweeter than sinful apples dangling from the seductive tree

The measure incomparable

Anything outside this sanctuary irrelevant

Temptation beckoning soul with an invisible sultry finger

Indulgences vary
The magnetic pull remains the same

Why would a tree grow here if we were not meant to dine on it's tantalizing treasure?

Gentle, contrasting upon pages
Soft light holds

These words penned in
My hands cursive

As the dark of shadow surrounds
Drops fall upon
A page of recollection

Bleeding ink that spreads
Makes blurry
Why it is I feel this way

Lowest moment
Freely self inflicted for no reason
Why am I like this?

A need in me that I alone
Embrace to the end this way

Alone.
Wrapped safely in a dark room
Drops on the page.