Mistress

Closer to you is the purpose of my flight, even if an enemy drifts me here, I will not fight. I must tell you there is a watcher; this one is positive as I am asleep, I believe to dream before me as us, this one does not dream, this one is awake. This one wishes to speak yet the subject is difficult to address; there are more if I am permanence.

Your wife is a spectacular apparition; I feel her all around. I desire to touch more than a body's existence. She runs as a dandelion flies; I ran the night I lost my friend. I am the craziest man any city creature disgraced as a demon unleashed from the sadness of tears. Her intimacy must of been the intensity of a volcano; I am astonished if you were able to handle the eruption. I am aware your experience together is wilder than the storms of forever winter. This perhaps is too much thought of mine; this is simple as the fermentation of wine. I am a concentration which evolves monks into gods of orbital trance for your wife; may I behold her?

As for this life I greet in the land of regret spun from nightmares, I am doubtful to be set free physically; inside of me is the realm of cemetery darkness, no man enters, no woman mourns, I am the spears of the fence.

I am not a whole formation without you regardless; I will always be this as you maybe lost where I am confused.

I always think of her; the only constant thought I can process without the fabrication of a machine is the one of seeing her again. This is why I move else I prefer to be dead. If I move am I alive? I am dead regardless. Perhaps if she were to touch me I maybe reborn as those people always hope to be the renouncement of sin; I cannot renounce myself. I am unaware of my own presence it seems; this is the suffering of you and me. The suffering of the woman we both desire is our own. When you decide to possess me please do so quickly as I am not one for waiting; if you do not I will be found on the pillow she laid as I am sure she will not wait much longer as well.

Enclosed is that which I wrote inside the gravestone leaves; this is for the woman we both seek.

Enchantress of the night

Whom my praises are a delight

Honey forms from the mystery of whence we exist

Nectar sweeter than a poem of adoration or devotion

Froze the most profound romance to stillness

As the cool blue ocean before a storm

Beach sands I venture for tranquility

Unfathomable power of beauty

Lost inside the vampire bats’ lair

No man nor woman dare a journey

Fear of never returning to light of day

The opaque world can be so attractive

Our souls may fade away