solitude drapes the nightscape w/imagery of you,
you & me, and our late night naughtitudes.
i lay etherized under your shadow
– a fortified tower of doom –
as words, scenes likes stills
affixed in the ceiling like a constellation
w/o a recognizable form,
splattered like a jigsaw:
an insoluble case
w/ a never-ending addendum of pieces.
i want to subjugate you like a conquistador
into submission – unwavering savagery of Cortes
and circumnavigate
the very edges of your mind, every inch of your body,
and nestle in your soul.
i want to dive in the very depths of your heart,
synchronize it in line with mine.
do to it, yes,
“what spring does to cherry trees”.
i want you like i want my morning coffee,
a taste of bittersweet,
je ne sais quoi,
can’t put my finger on it – heaven.
i need my morning coffee -
like an addict in need of a fix,
the jump-start to my day,
and my evening digestif.
i am an addict of you.
born not out of habit
but out of desire.
the night accompanies my solitude,
as i lay etherized under the cold
shadows that enveloped me.
the scenic lovescape affixed
in my mind
w/a recognizable form
of you.
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