Solidified Confusion

Bathing in moon milk.
Quivering blue rushing my skin.

Jupiter smuggled my senses leaving me spent.
I save time in bottles with dried up ink.

A dreamer.

You want to f e e l out my insides.
Touch on my thoughts.
See your reflections in my eyes.
You long to smell the exotic scent of my hair.
Face to face.
I wrap you up in dark vegitation.
Sensing your lust filled elation.

An Obsession.
Touch Heaven.

Life me up higher into the lavendar skies.
You will see the extremist in me surface.
Sensing my moods changing.
Rhapsody invading.

You say that I look sexy when I am angry.
You could love every part of me.
Every crease filled with my personal, intoxicating scent.
"The stuff dreams were made of" you say.

You try so hard to see yourself by me.
Wanting to get inside of me.
You could never love someone like me.

I have been touched.
Now I am untouched.

I try to find purity in some part of myself.

My essense.

You want my pleasantness.
Something I can not give to you.

You can not have my heart, and so you linger upon my words.

Sadness.

Can't you see?

This is the closest you will get to ever being inside of me.

ASMHAIZ*)