I can’t ice this fever,
Enough to placate,
This raging fire,
My mind + hearts desire,
A presence permanently etched,
Returning to me unexpectedly,
Nightly,
With a force that fills me,
Between breaths that are hard to catch,
In the still and silent I seek you,
Pleading to feed this appetite,
Scavenging for scenarios to speculate,
Our next encounter,
I initiate and yearn to further,
Could my creativity be leading me to peaks I never intend to climb?
Just delight in its cavernous ecstasy
Encouraged by the images fabricated,
Ignoring the inanity, my inamorato.