Let me walk past you as I have done with resounding success
these aeons past.
My bastion of confidence
is surrounded by a moat unbreachable, insurmountable.
yes indeed I am calm. Haven’t I convinced myself enough
that this is as it should be.
My will is mine.
and yet, what is this that assails?
slyly creeping, taking over, overpowering.
The rustle of the pristine ebony sheets
rustling in the wind
stirs a gentle yet arresting appeal.
unknowingly I mutter curses against the niggling
awareness.
Pinpricks akin to that of frostbitten fingers begin.
Numb hands shake. No! I am true to my word.
My resolve is steel- cased.
I shall not give in.
You are but a faint shadow cast by the sinking sun
forgotten and faded in the twilight.
my scalp is raw perhaps have been unconsciously raking my hair erstwhile
it is simply hyper awareness.
and I have this hope that another mouthful of that bitter concoction may finally dull
these emotions.
Yet for all that I have imbibed
I am no less relieved.
I fervently wish to sink into amnesic stupor
Alas with very little success of being free from this malady.
far from it.
My senses are doubly keen.
Anticipating… what?
I know not.
Vehemently I Deny yet oddly i seem to seek you out.
The haze of smoke blurs not the compulsion
every lungful constricts rather than relaxes.
What is this appalling weakness?
You I have forgotten.
Buried in the depth of purposeful neglect.
I am strong.
And yet...
a slight breeze raise gooseflesh
as I begin a halting step to walk away
but each faltering gait leads me not further but even closer.
My eyes are drawn akin to locks fluttering softly and silken beckoning the willing palms
Unwilling yet unerringly grabbing a handful.
I try to desperately
overcome the cloying warmth.
But alas I am compelled to trace the arches, the dips and mounds
Reclaimed territory familiar yet exhilaratingly new.
pull of the conquest beckoning.
bliss.. entwined with agony in yearning for even more.
Seeming from a far a voice so foreign that i couldn’t believe is mine
whispers “Perhaps a taste will do no harm?”
time halts to a standstill. As I take a few strokes...
At that moment I realize I am doomed.
I am drowning in your siren call.
everything quiets to a hush, blood rushes,
flooding the nether vaults and recesses.
I am turgid. Thoughts disperse.
Vision tunnels and illuminates but one sole entity: you.
With the grace of a blindsighted bull,
rushing and looming.
I descend in a rampage.
And yet... why do you not resist?
The tinder has been lit.
the beginning of the inevitable began
stop me now while I still can.
Beyond this point i confess my will is no longer mine.
Pages open turning welcoming and true.
once again I ask are you sure?
Be warned, Do not regret.
you will yield everything to me.
I will plunder and pillage
I call no quarter.
I am never gentle nor calm
I leave my mark indelibly where I tread
My apologies, I am but a mere quill.
