Trapped In My Madness, Caught In My Clutch

Trapped in my madness, caught in my clutch

I erase the distress and accept my depravity…

Perfect my debauchery

Barely holding on, you fall off the earth

But in the end, I will catch you

Beneath the cracks, she finds the cellar where I ferment

Making an addict from a dabbler

The despair and repulsion is grotesque in it’s beauty

Lewd and selfish with a thirst that cannot be quenched

She finds that spot in me…

Even deities blush

Their knees crack and crumble, its an all-consuming nothing

We forget for awhile… salty hair and sandy toes

Hearts drenched in gusts of briny wind

The troubles we left a few towns over

Fate bounding toward us with a new and strange force

Time is a stalker with a hook-for-a-hand

But the crook of my shoulder is neutral ground

You’re safe there

A lovely sleepy moan, ginger in the half-light

Long tresses of vermilion clouds flowing down alabaster shoulders

Buzzing around swollen coral flesh

Her languid hazel windows, my stirring erubescent goddess

I trace purient memories

Last night’s masterpiece in pooled Monet oil

No longer dull to the vapor, our eyes well up

A dry red can make you cry

I’m crooning long verse with our lips now violet and sweet

My falsetto draws you like honey

She was tangled up in my arms like a gordian knot, spine arching dramatically as she clenched around me.

The sound she let out was enough to push me over the edge. Exploding inside her, we trilled in unison. A discordant harmony.