"Willing Suffocation"
Thoughts of You
encompass my every thought.
For fleeting moments,
You are my inspiration.
And every thought,
dripping with syrupy sweet
adoration,
scatters like a horse bred
with star-laced wings
into the amber gaze
of the sun,
until I am left
speechless.
I cannot utter a breath,
for it is gone.
I cannot cease
to dream of the
faint solace I find
in the totality of my dreams.
These Heaven-sent comforts to me,
the only dictator of my affection;
they, prolific of dreams lain
in twilight,
requisite of nothing less
than total devotion,
consume every spare
breath and leave me
awestruck.
