Not Me

How would the desert describe the taste of rain?

Can you imagine joy so great it erases all pain?

Or madness so blissful you don't want to be sane?

The sweet dirty words that you whisper
Loop like a song stuck in my head

The shape of your body
Like a ghost in my bed

I drink you like wine from Dionysus' own lips

As you trace a path down my neck with your fingertips

Syllables composed by the Musae ring out as you say my name

My wild, aggressive and skittish affection
So easy for you to tame

I felt every blissful sensation every single time that you came

Like a black hole, all chaos and destruction

My universe is balanced by your imperfect construction

I've given you all the devotion I was carefully saving

Just to know that I am the one you are craving

Like being only half real
The other half fiction

Without you I'm not me
Just a subpar depiction

Empty, like a priestess
Whose lost all conviction