how easy it was to fall under his spell
with each encounter it only grows
where darkness shows me a light
forging my voice with every need,
spilling my darkest of desires
yet like a poison it finds me in silence
this seemingly distorted sense of reality
I’m left tripping on
piercing my veins
clinching,
desperate to hold onto any sane moment
that remains amongst voices of doubt
and yet still all I can imagine,
all that filters my mind
is when his hands will seek me out again
my poison, my pleasure my pain
my every waking moment….
J
3/17/2012