But, what is desire? Need unfulfilled?
It is but a tortuous, scalding flame;
a bold existence upon which to build
dangerous relationships. (None to blame

for my masochism.) But: to implode
would be nice, for a while. And then: see
with bright eyes, blind ecstasy, overload
my being, my senses, to simply be.

While the moon whispers – your presence so near –
I think my self-control is about to
disintegrate. Please – Oh, Please! Come here,
just so that I may be a part of you.\

With an abundance of heat and the swell
of emotion, madness will turn as well.