Marionettes In A Madmans Dream.

Marionettes In A Madman's Dream. ______________________ i should'nt be aggravated but I am. it keeps me up days torn between dreams of what should be, and the nightmare of what is. what is,..is NOT YOU. Not the Angel of my lone hearts sentiment who's kisses mend in spite your body's broken wings. I am a melting pot of passion with no outlet of release. Last night I imagined us standing close to one another arguing in fits of restless heat; eyes locked together in chains, each too stubborn to look away. (neither broke the stare.) Then I reached out my claw and grabbed you by the hair; My kisses hot weapons your eager lips were more than willing to receive. I pushed you up against the wall and ran my hands roughly down your body; then you sighed like angels sigh when I reached the velvet slip. Fingers dancing swiftly like marionettes in a madman's dream. I entered you there, against the wall; and our hearts stopped long enough to remind us of all the good things other lovers Still live For. (those sacred moments.) I walk away after that. Into another room, or another dream..some  cruel nightmare where none of it was real, and your laugh a sad echo in my head that never found a voice to speak up for the love Destined To Be! (and of course you never knew any of it because you didn't choose me.) J.Stephen.H.