dance with me

i understand it now. i am dancing with the devil. there might be a good chance that things won't turn out so well for me. the fear, the excitement, the dread, the Intensity. my pernicious nature draws me to this dance. but it's all with the intent for love, desire, longing, hoping it is mirrored. there really are only two choices, take a bow from the dance. or dance through the night, the day, into weeks, months, years, or even a lifetime if it has to. death is not what i fear. rather, looking into eyes that will cause me insufferable torment, chasing me even to depths i cannot hide. hold on and do not let the eyes stray.

fragola e menta

mint that strawberry, mulling pestle fisted in contemplative thought. lost in thoughts: clouds of fear, carnal lust, and rage. steady rhythm to sepulcher impulses clawing desperately the innards. ice, honey and water, mixed in with mashed pulp 'di fragola e menta' soothes and cools as it goes down. yet, peace does not come from incessant lightning storms of neuronal triggerings.

resolved to walk through the thick fog, the devil is loose. he is blood-lust. rampage his mood is not. eyes cold, he cares not.

where is the cozy warmth, the love? he struggles to find and understand it. did it exist before, to be quelched over time, or did it ever exist? would he recognize and acknowledge if he came across it? questions that cannot be answered. Time might tell. but no one asks Time expecting a real Answer...