4 pm

My toes chilled,
My fingers ice,
But, coffee shall dispel them.

It's 7 am once again,
Here I sit writing my heart
On paper.

Or at least what my brain,
perceives as my heart.
Little muscle with no feelings.

'Tis the mind that feels,
Not the heart.
My mind fights with itself.

The thoughts of logic,
Gainsaying my feelings.
Quite trite and confusing.

Playing out endless possibilities,
scenarios of what could be,
and what can happen,

this future of mine so unstable.
You have the control.
but, shouldn't I?

That is love; trust, loss
of your personal freedom
to another.

You have wriggled your
way into my mind.
Be careful there.

I beg of you.
Anything pain or pleasure,
worth the price,

For knowing you has given
me more dreams
Than I can count.

Sensuous and tender dreams...
Possibilities of a future unknown
a better one perhaps,

Than the one traveled alone.
Though believe in your God
I do not, I pray.

May God have mercy on my soul.
I think I'm Falling in Love.
Heaven save me if your shocked.
Hell damn me if I'm wrong.
May His angels protect me, from myself.

Now, we have become a tunnel,
each focused upon the other.
My judgment is skewed.

Warlock you have become,
using your power, my love,
to cast a magic spell upon me.

My vision is centered
on Only You,
Dreams forgotten.

Your my happiness now,
I was selfish enough
to take it.

Give of yourself freely,
but, you didn't.
As if your lover didn't deserve,

Your trust.
It's a two way lane
Our jousting match.

I'd rather
we both be
the victors.

Freedom from you,
Bitterness begone,
Let me love this precious one.

Inside thoughts jumping,
from one to another,
like a trampoline,

they travel,
bruising my mind,
and imagined heart.

and now its 4 pm
evening is on the horizon.
I'm leaving?