Emotions
She traverses in elegance
a woman of faculties so she says.
She secludes in reflections
a woman disregarded by existence.
She’s a woman of intoxication,
and she absorbs my hunger
in the palm of her hand.
Emotions come showering
within and entangle me.
Emotions ease inside
and make my world
shift pigment.
She is a narcotic
that stimulates an addiction.
She says she is not angelic
but I know differently.
She bears creation
into my night.
Emotions descend within
and ensnare me.
Emotions encompass her
to my side.
She is woman . . .
