by virtue of this madness i surrender completely

to the confusion, the swallowed moon,

the arrogance of him, his

body-scent-gaze

i willfully submerge

my darkness rising

as what he craves is

my soft taffy pulled through

this swallowed moon’s light

what he craves is life

what was, what is though wavy,

and will be

what he craves is woman

rather, this woman

gathered of soft-blow-heat-energy

mystery and magic

who is a seeker, a dreamer, a wanderer

set on the horizon as that is

all she has

(save her perfect/beautiful balance of fear and fascination)