Lucid Invasion
The world stops spinning when I catch your face
and haunting silence entraps the body and soul.
New photos of covetous smile you decide to grace
summons pesky old memories to cruelly unfold.
The heart beats faster, harder and aches.
The room, a storm. Burning. Freezing cold.
And as tiny mended cracks fracture unfazed,
laughing cupid boasts and struts his poison bow.
The mind tumbles last, but crumbles nonetheless,
no match for your lucid invasion.
My sanity, you cradle and tenderly caress,
soothes uneasy before assured purgation.
Your ghost, I buried, I swallowed, I fought.
Tell me, my love, do you enjoy playing God?
