Space

Some people's reality is fictional; mental disorder distorting

We’ve been here before,
my love;
dreaming day into night,
bending and manipulating colour to suit;
before you extend your hand,
tell me,
are you ready to dance this dance...

My love,
I found
needle and thread
will circumvent thinking;
mega jet black,
mindless space orbit...
welcome to our blessed home.

I’ve got control
on those escaping tendrils of thoughts.
Lucidity is a thing of the past,
my love;
fog rolls in
like lovers hands exquisite caressing touch
of insanity.

Take care,
my love;
moist seduction runs in rivulets
down my cracked cheeks,
soothing your broken beast
to inspire deceiving your own soul.

I feel all you can feel,
my love;
my pain wrapped up in
your bruised petals;
dreams gently haunting.

...if you make it through first,
my love,
pull me in after you.