Certain days (nights included) bring with it thoughts that births shorts/poetry/words like this. It is always a slow build, forming ominously and innocently in the day…taking shape till i reach the point where possession is the ultimate end. Possession by whom or what, i never know. It is always formless and unnerving…
My all-seeing lover
naked and bared to you, I am;
Captivated by your Being and Will…
You enthrall me
Enslaved by my hunger that has you at its helm
pulling at the strings of
causing such unquenchable sweet pain
to ripple through my veins
till i cry out…
‘Please me’, my lips sing
‘i implore you’,
whatever you desire.
My heart has no place in this space….