A Delirious Mess

Insanity is so fine;
a delirious decision
I make
at the touch of your hands.

You leave me,
spinning,
dreaming of things
I should never think.

With you,
I'm more than happy
to sin,
and to bleed.

Under the touch of your hands,
I'm a delirious mess
of insanity.

You've got me
begging,
and pleading for things
I would never believe.

With you,
I'm far from myself,
or
anyone I've ever known.

Under the touch of your hands,
Insanity seems
like a delirious dream.