Unwillful Love

It's the devil in a man
that softens the mind of a woman,

In goodness light by day
shed, then bled a mood
perfumed, by carnal mind
tastings upon the dark.

There in insanity's room
spinning repetitions
similar closed eyes, ears, behavior presumed~resumed

Sweet talks didn't just imbue
prior to,
the integrate dance
complete alien advance
by dreamless bodies
swimming in
fantasy visions of love

No, nothing much but
a kiss goodnight with that
forever embrace
sleep tight hug,
an extra feel
occasional nudge
desires to want
not much,
is never enough.

Staying true
to the unchanging individual
by night and day
this manipulation concludes...
joy in those times(memory)
remembered only involved
constantly infiltrating you.