spiraling, teetering,
vanquished heart and eyes
falling upon such precious portals
before they're whisked away.
too too much is never enough
when the craving is for chaos;
it begins as a dance to conjure wholeness
only to dwindle into the other side
of a space kept in between.
aching, probing,
passion is pouring out
into a puddle
that collects beneath my bed at night.