Alive a Sensation (Inspired by Chris Brown: “New Flame”)

Participate the vision, my love. Douse the flame, my phantom

Heart. The screams are gothic. They rage the psyche. But

Heal, my fairest, entice the light. Must I perish thoughts, a

Cryptic cliff? Indeed, the music, a soaring soul; and depth the

Self, a precious image. She dines the finest—afraid of love.

But acting heart, a fallin’ cascade; and impish pash, a torn

Miracle. I’m such beside self, aflame a sensation, exploited—

The nightmare. Such tempo, a facetious grin; and mystic touch,

A riddled flame. And I dare—alive the wave; and I perish—

Alive a sensation. Tell me the nights are grim—my

Nightmare. Indeed, a panic flares—such mystery—my

Phantom. And I rise, my love, enlove with my love. But oh

The mystic, my weakest will; and the future, my attic faith.

Thus sensation, a mere fancy; and thus the muse, a mere pearl.