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The Senses Run Giddy, So Lost Are We In Their Subtle Trances
Prose Poetry
thought loses all meaning as your fingers glide down my neck, your touch and mine mingling in a chaotic whirl of skin hungering after skin
and when we are lost in each other, two halves meeting to become a whole, your mouth finds mine in the dark, and it is bliss and sin — the other halves that beckon in our bodies finding solace in all these things we cannot have under daylight’s visceral gaze
you are a trickster, becoming lover one moment and then enemy the next, with your each and every come-hither and retreat
maddening! that is all too well what you are — dizzying, infuriating, intoxicating —
oh, I make no oath towards you, my love, but lies? maybe our deceptions will out us right here and now
speak, speak, and I will try to catch all the stars for you
yes, ’tis a pretty yet empty promise
with my name on your lips I feel that I have been born into infinity
everyone who is loved as I am — oh, lucky they be, because such love is as rare as precious stones in caverns far and away
your beauty is not the rose of olden legends, but your thorns — ah, they smite me every time
but your kiss is a balm, so soft and tender, that I almost forget that I love and despise you the most
