Madly

Photo Credit: EmilySingSomething at deviantart.com

I love you madly.

My desperation
hangs thick,
my skin awash
in venomous longing,

and I know it.

I am mad,
hovering on insanity,
on places I can see
and not touch,
faces imagined
and never held.

I sweep you
under my skin,
bear your touch
beneath my clothes.
I wear your scent
and devour your breath.

Mad is what I am.

Mad for you
in all your glowing darkness.

Touch me and I am yours,
for I have always been yours.

Touch me and
we can be mad together.

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I’m a rebel and strayed from the prompt. I like it though, so I hope you do too.

~Patience

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