she fasc-in-ated me
i was entranced by the passionate power
pasted thick behind her aggressive debate
even though i was losing i did not turn sour
she made me feel like sleep
content peaceful sleep
the kind that blankets your eyes
pushing away fear with one swift sweep
the kind that causes heavy eyes
lids that locks troubles away
that entranced phantasmagorical bliss
feeling of colour transformed from grey
her fire and charisma was inspiring
the alight feeling clearly reminded of Ella;
running around her backyard with shaved hair
skull as naked as a clear skin cellar
drug induced burning all her clothes
i remember the scent of singeing hair
whilst smirking as the neighbors panicked
ambulance, police or fire, what wounds did she bare
it was that risky sensation that shine through
impaled into this girls pleading eyes
just desperate for someone to hear her
she knew my interest was not like their lies
it was hard to follow her defined arguments
though intense and well educated
i knew she was wearing nothing under her dress
we both wanted her completely emancipated
that blue dress with a shoulder strap sinking
small, nimble and even breasts
desperate to be exposed like my heart
our argument grew to involve heaving chests
through my soberly challenged words
i put up an impressive fight
but i didn't need to win
imagine if she knew my past, my light
far more entertaining was her fight
listening intently to her expose
her well proven points dynamically flowing
intelligent words sprayed like a hose
the night was too glorious;
to be destroyed by me
to be darkened with my past
to dwell in reminiscent of depression
to let an internal hell be cast
her opinions were her facts
biology and science
my opinions were my past
compassion and hearts compliance
she was my nemesis
my kryptonite
my chaos
my time
my souls fire
intense was no where near the correct word
the description of the fire
the flame living deep in our linguistics
to be heard, we shared one desire
as the time came for me to retreat
i choose only to wave as we parted
a slumber involving work at 3am
chemistry had long before started
a hug would have lead to lustful punishment
an intimate torture of each other for beliefs
torture involving more tongue and less words
an argument of smooth skin captured between the sheets
as enemies together
we could surely have agreed
we would be the closest of friends
close as hearts could ever be conceived
on the lonely walk home
i pondered her sweet tone
i came to the bitter conclusion
after the ravishing fire
my gentle heart had regrown
i was entranced by the passionate power
pasted thick behind her aggressive debate
even though i was losing i did not turn sour
she made me feel like sleep
content peaceful sleep
the kind that blankets your eyes
pushing away fear with one swift sweep
the kind that causes heavy eyes
lids that locks troubles away
that entranced phantasmagorical bliss
feeling of colour transformed from grey
her fire and charisma was inspiring
the alight feeling clearly reminded of Ella;
running around her backyard with shaved hair
skull as naked as a clear skin cellar
drug induced burning all her clothes
i remember the scent of singeing hair
whilst smirking as the neighbors panicked
ambulance, police or fire, what wounds did she bare
it was that risky sensation that shine through
impaled into this girls pleading eyes
just desperate for someone to hear her
she knew my interest was not like their lies
it was hard to follow her defined arguments
though intense and well educated
i knew she was wearing nothing under her dress
we both wanted her completely emancipated
that blue dress with a shoulder strap sinking
small, nimble and even breasts
desperate to be exposed like my heart
our argument grew to involve heaving chests
through my soberly challenged words
i put up an impressive fight
but i didn't need to win
imagine if she knew my past, my light
far more entertaining was her fight
listening intently to her expose
her well proven points dynamically flowing
intelligent words sprayed like a hose
the night was too glorious;
to be destroyed by me
to be darkened with my past
to dwell in reminiscent of depression
to let an internal hell be cast
her opinions were her facts
biology and science
my opinions were my past
compassion and hearts compliance
she was my nemesis
my kryptonite
my chaos
my time
my souls fire
intense was no where near the correct word
the description of the fire
the flame living deep in our linguistics
to be heard, we shared one desire
as the time came for me to retreat
i choose only to wave as we parted
a slumber involving work at 3am
chemistry had long before started
a hug would have lead to lustful punishment
an intimate torture of each other for beliefs
torture involving more tongue and less words
an argument of smooth skin captured between the sheets
as enemies together
we could surely have agreed
we would be the closest of friends
close as hearts could ever be conceived
on the lonely walk home
i pondered her sweet tone
i came to the bitter conclusion
after the ravishing fire
my gentle heart had regrown
