Perplexed by love,

vexed by this madness,

this crazy scorching addiction to you!

You lurk like a blue-black eagle,

then circle my demonic thoughts.

Screeching through my mind, my soul, splitting my veins.

Roaring like fire through the eucalypts.

Grazing my nostrils with deep menthol perfume.

Destroying any possibility of love in your dark path.

All my fibres whipped and cracking, scrambled inside me with the pain of lacking.

Oh, the ache of deficit thinking.

Flames licking my belly, dancing atop my exhausted desire.

This unknowing incinerates, suffocates and tastes like a mouthful of ash.

Where to? Terrorist like confusion reigns.

If I am dead to you, no sunlit morning can ever quench me.

I reach for you through shades of bruised purple.

You, a hot spiritual glowing orange ember,

thrusting destruction upon me, teasing me, swallowing me.

You, a fury to my heresy.

You are an evil but possible love that hurts so lovely.