More Than Madness (Folie à deux)

18 1 2
                                    

A summer love affair; it is summer; these days I do nothing but mourn every morning, burning in the heat of the sun & my love for you, made humid by all my tears

Then at night, for long hours, I lounge, restless, & I long for languorous, lavish, lasting love

I want to be refreshed, made clean, made new, quenched, in the waters of your love, oceans of emotions, floods of fervent feelings

I am longing for long hours spent with you

The slow burn of ardent, arduous feelings exhausts me

I want to live inside the sound of you saying my name, lingering on each letter

Speaking the language of love

Uttering my name like a prayer, utterly in love

This time, could this love of mine be more than merely my madness, be folie à deux?

NecropolisWhere stories live. Discover now