Notes on a Mad Love Affair

What a madman – stretching

the strings of my heart

across his body, across

his fragmented mind


he judges me still, I know

in there


I can still feel him tossing me about.


I’m on trial.  One moment he decides

I’m innocent.  The next

I hear the deadly proclamation –




I feel him in my mind when I’m dreaming.


Maybe we are not so apart.


Maybe – just maybe –

we deserve each other, after all –

who has these kind of secret


love affairs?


He’s dreaming

I’m yearning

and he still can’t decide…


I love him.

He is flawed.

So am I.

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"Let all you do, be done in love."

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