Aflare the Subconscious

Aflame, my love—a flame! And such darkness, engulfs the

Pain—a raging torch. I pause—such admiration—my daily

Affect. And foreign eyes, a nautic contagion. So much

The noetic—my contemplation. But she dies a vision—an

Angel’s mirage. I chase—invisibility, wailing:

‘My nightmare’; and she cries out: ‘come closer.’ Such

A blatant passion—disguised in faint hellos.

Aflame, my love—a flame! And such light, a minx to pant,

Engulfed in lies. I venture, a tragic love—the warmth of

Tears. But glance the infatuation, a neighbor’s fancy. We  

Flee the terror, a rapture flame. I dance the panic, alive—a

Full minute. And such intoxication, to bathe in lies. I

Awake—a nightmare—pleading mercy. Such blatant

Passion—disguised in dreams.