It feels almost like I can touch it
Your scent your web of ghostly thoughts
Am I imagining it? Have I ever encountered you?
You - a person with two eyes and soul
Inside this cyclical pattern of sterile logic
Have I encountered you?
I know you like a mathematical variable
I know your form, all else is beyond me
It is almost like it never happened
A ripple effect coursing through my body tells me otherwise
You come to visit me in my dreams
You stand behind me at my desk
You look at me without looking at me
Sometimes your scent lingers in the air and I know it’s you although I barely remember you in any tangible way that makes sense
A most precious hallucination
You feel like warm honey
Pouring over me
Densely, sweetly
How am I to outrun you when my mind is the refuge you have taken?
How am I to forget you when you echo so relentlessly without a break for me to catch
You’re always there, like the steady ticking of the clock
The clock is replacable, you are not
I don’t even know you
How can this be possible?
How can I feel your aura in each waking second,
How is it that you always find me in between night and day and whisper to me stories of longing, stories of knowing
So real it is as though you were sharing my bed with me
You accuse me of bewitching you
How dare you,
You must’ve bewitched me first,
Fair Maiden
And pulled me into a trance
Like pulling me deep into the mouth of the sea
You know what happens to sailors seduced by sirens.
So,
Devour me then.
Take your appetite out on my storms.
My deadly patience is all too stored up
And I could really use some release from these humanely constraints.
- Of the sea
