Our Nightmare

I pause—a mystery—a vision love. We gaze inception—a

Pleated lust. Our eyes grip heaven—a tear’s amazement.

Such the delicate—a nigh phantasm. We cry: “forbidden—

Our fallin’ rapture.” I clutch—torn mercy: she ruptures—

Torn passion. We burn—a collapse—a wetted fever. Our

Psyches bewitched—disgusted with love. For much—the

Fervor—a bleeding tumble. Thus, such confusion—a

Vehement tug. (“Love my fated death, for life has

Ruptured.”) My soul’s affliction, a brilliant nightmare. We

Fathom treasure—a torn sacrifice. Thus, an attic flame:

Thus, a tragic pain. Our contradiction—a villain’s

Kindness. But errant fever—a sheer addiction; and goddess

Fervor, a warm convulsion. I’m nigh conditioned—alert to

Heartache; and she’s conflicted, screaming, “our nightmare.”