adrenaline, inconviently mixed with
other unknown hormones (i shall never study
medicine) rushes thorugh my veins at
the sight of you (you are a looker for the
ages, a Renaissance piece, if i
must say so myself) and i
inhale (fear)
exhale (terror)
inhale (horror)
exhale (goddamn, you’re beautiful)
yet i love the fear of a beautiful face
it is
stepping blind into a dark forest
warm and wet, inviting and shattering
my battered mind from last night’s nasty weather
let us explore the depths of everything
if everything even happens to have depths
the abyss we created seems never to end
maybe we’ll tailspin, crash, explode!
yet, i’ve never known you to be a pilot
and it’s your turn to drive