Ab Imo Pectore (From the Bottom of the Heart)

Passion and chaos.

I want to write
to you, about you,
for you.
I want to plead.
I want to be epic,
be rousing,
be all that you breathe.
I want to scream it,
sing it,
put notes to its song.
I want to carve it
in sand,
or a bench,
or a stone.
I want to
compel you;
capture your soul.
I want to
rip you apart
and then stitch you
up whole.
I want to create
an all powerful
script,
that cries from
your eyes
and clings to
your lips.
I want to steal you,
degrade you
to your purest
existence.
I want to see
what's behind
that erotic
persistence.
I want to write
to you, for you,
like there is
no one else.
So give me
your pleasure,
your pain,
and your self.
I want to touch you,
caress you,
devour your skin.
I want to fight you,
and push you,
then pull you back in.
I want to build up
my walls,
so you can't see
inside.
I want to tear them
back down,
so there's nowhere
to hide.
I want to challenge
these longings
that never make
sense.
I want to show you
my world
without this
pretense.
And I'm shaking,
behaving,
like I have no
control.
And the truth is:
I don't.
I'm so awed
by it all.