Circles

Just dizzy enough to stop the madness
that falls upon me like sweet autumn leaves.
Cinnamon lips touch mine
so soft and soon its gone...

I wake!

Wishing waiting
for a beloved dream to...
To....
Grasp me by my neck, pull me in

Choke me, bite me.

Tremors fill my arms
as if possessed by ghosts from the past.
I dream of those sweet lips once more
and the smooth as chocolate arms.

That wrapped around me.

Once in a dream
that spun my head with the smell of roses.
Wild flowers ever ready to
prey upon my mind.

I love!

Soon find the words which
express the warping twists of thought.
Engulf....
Forever missing while hunting dreams

In this maze.