Slow walk, soft conversations, persuasive in gesture, my guilty pleasure

Your eyes are damning, my heart is floating and my neck pulsating 

A vicious beating,  what is black and what is white

And yet here I am, skinny and floating in the grey,

 

The catch was sudden,   my vision was  blurry

You found me starving, the restless yearning

You had my mind fuzzy, you made it  very cloudy  

Overcast my judgement, your eyes chocked my engraved judgement, what I know and what I am

 

Minding my own business, minding my own mind in my own mind, the next you were next to me, encroaching my space minding your business in the affairs of mine, You made me your affair,   the guilty pleasures of my mind.

Strings of letters  I knew to spell empty and yet they were pretty, bittersweet nothings.

 

The sweetest  wine was spat between your lips

And  I received and drank to a drunken willingness.  

The crave to be normal and alone, to evade and erase was

Endless.

 

I turned away,  the encounter was nothing, like my hopefulness was nothing and your presence was something, but a dream, you were never to be seen, I never let you in.

So I paged furiously to make the reasoning right and comfortable

I paged through the holy,  to find the wisdom to cure, to make all doubt believable 

To clense and retain, the crystal clear mind