Like a candle in the wind
sometimes I am weak --

mischievously fleet footed
like death,
an elastic, elusive shadow
that lies in Bedlam’s bed.

Reflective nature unseen
in the analytical afterglow
of my sadistic stick in the ribs.
Sweet torture tantalizes
and materializes insecurity’s
sensual stroke.

Dominate dungeon master
that wields whip
flashed and lashed
with a Mule’s malice
where everything is superficial --

just the way I like it.

A stunted star, out of orbit
and without a playground.
Allergic to life lived
where everything bad
is good for me.

Blinded beautiful,
in my eccentric eyes,
don’t want to know
what I see
so I’m not watching.

Straight shooter
of wicked arrows
zinged and singed
to sting like a bee.
A hive hacked ruthlessly
unleashing emotional stingers
meant to burn barriers built.

Fall into my madness,
wander in my grace--

taste temptation
of seductive shadows


and oxymoron light.

simply...beautiful ~