A Little Insanity

On the soft edge of insanity.

A thousand points of light fading to infinity.
The moon, a crescent, that borrowed room.
Heady aroma of your youthful femininity
Intoxicates as much as any summer bloom.

Your slip silently to the floor it fell
causing invisible ripples in space
engulfing me in your magic spell.
In that pale luminescence your face
betrays your vulnerable innocence
but curiosity overcomes your coyness,
unrestricted, no thoughts of consequence.
A stalking cat, eager to strike you press
towards me your firm fruit yields willingly.
With no loss of integrity you abandon sense
I drink your sweetness, devouring selfishly.
Hanging etched against the sky intense.
In that instant half way from reality on
The soft edge of insanity mind obliterated
in uncontrolled multicoloured liaison.

And for a blink in time we are regenerated.
Each is merged yet each is intensely alone
With sensations highly concentrated.
Drifting with no care, time is, overthrown.