Tipsy from these thoughts,
Having had one thought too many.
Walking along the orbit of my mind.
Stooping for a drink from the fountain of mental whispers,
I feel the first tug of being unraveled.
Quite like a child fondling with the hem of his shirt…
Up and out I go…
Further into the labyrinth of my mind.
Memories scattered across the lake confined behind my skull,
Much like water lilies lay poised atop a pond.
Like buoys, they collide into each other.
The psychedelic explosion projecting mirroring images of me.
A me unparallel to her…
I suppose your insatiable appetite constantly gapes more is better…
Piling high your plate to suit your appetence.
Much like a hoarder,
A penchant for vulnerable china dolls.
A buffet of smiles and ripples of laughter,
The array of textures of skin beneath your finger tips.
Each a fresh field to sow false seeds of hope,
Each guarding a chimera of a heart you claim to share.
The more pieces scattered,
The less of you I have.
A sharp tug to hold me in place,
Poised and strong,
Kissed by beauty,
Just another marionette in your odalisque.
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