Heart racing, thumping, pounding
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Anticipation, fear, recklessness
I know what you are thinking
I am right there with you
Believe me, it goes against everything
that I believe in.
To be true,
not my heart pounding
At least not what poets call the heart.
The physical muscle that pumps my blood
working overtime for sure--
sending deep red life into places long asleep.
But the part that holds my soul, my angels,
is shrinking in horror from where my body is taking me.
The delicacies partaken
serving only to awaken the gourmet within--
and the glutton.
“No” demolished from my vocabulary
by the pure voltage
of your lightning strikes upon my flesh.
Right and wrong, well-known, not forgotten
but ignored, like an angelic choir
drowned out by the throbbing decibels of
more common, man-made music.
Choosing is all mine.
In my selfishness fully aware that I will
Devour you until satisfied--
if satisfaction can be had.
Surprising myself, eyes wide open,
my fall not from lack of control
but perfect control, perfect sanity, perfect awareness
Reckless by design
Breathless, grasping for a hold in the
lunatic feral wilderness that is you
Seeking the ledge, searching out the cliff--
Arching, stretching, burning in my race to dive into your abyss.