I am yours, but only in moments
Intense and startling like flash bulbs
Blinding and dazing
Leaving the dark blacker than before

Like laughing at carnivals
Never entirely wholesome
Over-saturated like cotton *****
So sweet it sickens in delight

Onslaught. ******. Overmuch
It is the opposite of life
Drab and drooling
Enter the delirium

Which you crave. It is ****
Unadorned, unlike dreams
Which detour you from love
In its absolute form. Click.