Insanity is the only word I can use to explain the feeling inside of me, as I stood on my toes, on the corner, on the edge of my everyday self.
Peering through greedy thought and need, I blew a kiss with the breeze, and swallowed my lust, to wait with the rest.
Rage and ecstasy unbalanced, I sit, too far away...
Fearful
When darkness falls, and tears spill over my soul, as the sound overwhelms my senses.
Upon sight, my virgin eyes taken, so beautifully, so perfectly, so honestly. Teetering. Orgasmic.
Love becomes of me.
Gratitude in hand, my ego bows before a miracle I have accepted.
And revere repeatedly, this reveling.
Teased by reality, I am pushed and pulled, to finally admit my memory. And come away with a well of knowing, of feeling, of longing...
May 14, 2003
to tori
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