You

You are like a witty,

little child

playing in my mind,

rolling down

the barren hills

of my dream-memory

whilst the sun folds

the seeds of fertility

along with your closed eyes.

Your closed,

selfish eyes...

but

I am such

a saintly masochist.

I love

the idea of blissful torture!

I

wanna hear you giggle

in delight!

until

I faint

in ecstatic agony.

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Shall I be dammed, and you were the Buddha. I would be enlightened by now by the amount, the quality of thoughts I have of you. My spontaneous musing... This is not just hard anymore, It is dangerous.