Scaling your peaks as my feet grip the edifices of your mind, I travel and stumble along the way. Rocks crumble, powder away and plummet so far away from me and yet? Each tiny fraction of every facet that I see as the spokes of your eyes flash forward beckon to me and I am entranced by the very manner of your mind. Emotions running riot for it is much like entering a canoe on river rapids as the white water foams and splats my face. My eyelids flutter on reflex, for you are formidable yet a lamb so refined with the ability to morph into many a persona. All this enraging me, as I am transfixed and agitated beyond anything I can envision. Fling my fist in your face or wallop you right in the gut? Take your pick for you can piss me to the highest altitude and simultaneously bring me to my knees with your sweet solemn platitudes.
In awe as I stand watching the ability in which you command. Certainly suave and up with the rhythm, the way you peek at me makes me forgive you. Every trespass that you have made along with the icing on the cake, you make me want you ever so much that anyone would think I’m a downright slut for the way I hunger and crave your skin only so my lips can brush over it. Salt over skin. Whorishly proud as you stand up high over all others, I hate the way you snidely say that you’re ever so beautiful and everyone sways. Who are you? What do you think? I really don’t care or I do, I’m not sure as no one can ever be certain. Enigma to some, but I’m not so certain as I feel and taste the animus within you as it pulsates and grows to rival the Leviathan. So softly you breathe when you sigh as the passion plays yet babble and seethe when your way is bamboozled through the very trite workings of your mind that can fool you.
Frustratingly irate and fabulously vain, there are days I think and plan to run away. For your valor is false and so misplaced, you run so fast to be ahead of the race. A marathon quest from the dawn of Thermopylae, a traitor you be when the timing is right as you shake and punch fighting for your life. So you say as your vocal chords play as they beatify each soft sound that you make as your eyes linger on while your hands animate as you ponder the very treasure you wish to take. Once long ago, upon a minute past as the seconds came together and night flew past as you lay on my lap looking up at La Luna thinking of ways the days could come sooner. I now see and yet I see naught for you’re the riddle within the riddle; a present day labyrinth without an end or middle.
