when love is not maddness.it is not love.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Frantic,enamored attraction.

Tickles, soothes, Tenderly licks at the wounds I ripped the bandaid off of.

I stare and blink as i see the blood.

and yet I cut at it with my fingernail. To scratch and prick and poke.

My insides churn viscious heat.

I feel like on step more and i might

Burn. Crash.Boom. Into you.

No stopping.

Memories. Ideas.Thoughts.

Never ending thoughts. Like what I knew. I always knew. I knew it to be so.

and you knew. Therefore we both knew.

In my quiet asunder.

Be there..Under my canvas. I need you there. It soothes the fire.

Rekindles and soothes me.

Only you.