19/11/96

Fever of domination

As sick as a dog
   in love.

The prognosis is insanity
as thoughts hammer 
a jelly mind senseless.
Reeling, feeling helpless,
unrequited feelings 
work their way again.

Brighter than a thousand suns
darker than a night without her, 
the unwitting domanatrix

thoughts which dare not
be bared like the skin 
yearning to be touched,
held and loved, desired.

this infatuation sensation,
ripples in the synapses,
wreaking chemical havoc
with multiple screwdrivers,
tightening the screws
as heartstrings stretch 
to breaking point.  Tearing
at the doubting mind,
leaving the body paralysed.

there ain't no cure