Untamed

Why is this thing called love when by its fragile intent becomes a sudden slow ember to then simply feed upon the flames of its own bonfire Those cursed lips taste of a bounteous feast so sweet its infection is loves elegant torture when from starvation desire is released Ah ! Harlequin trickster of doubt and surety within sleepless dreams comes to taunt the flowers and in petal meadows wander secretly Hide from the fact run to the truth does a lie hang there from the temples roof does the paradox entwine from the souls own making and is it yourself you are forsaking Why oh why all this hesitant hesitation I think I will stretch away from normality because somewhere in sanity I am evidently crazy Searching has only brought this this troublesome need and its urgent request a periscope peering from out of my own depth Expectant art stunning beauty written on the tongue of latent sensuality should I die shall I be born and allow joyous terror to devour me relinquish accept and in the end vanish with love into eternity