intemperate

There’s no antidote 
for my obsession
-
it pulls my veins 
like puppet strings.

A lovesick lullaby 
that lures me to the 
brink of insanity.

It’s an addiction 
that cannot be 
satisfied– an 
endless withdrawal,
like a vampire damned by my own 
dark desire.

It’s more than 
your blood that 
I crave... 

I’m feeding on 
fantasies of you

like they were a 
feast laid in heaven,
swallowing saintly 
secrets of carnal sin.

For even the devil 
would languish in 
the flames
of this 
inferno ignited by 
the chaos of my lust.

Darling, worlds will burn 
when I collide 
with you...