05 May 2009

Spinning Out


an all-consuming lunacy
invades displacing easily
the stable piers which
situate a space you’ve
wont to harbour in

your balance lost and
falling free in syrup of
dependency, intemperate
senses wound too tight
are spinning out

in shadows entertained
a breathless energy delights
to brashly steal the light
from restless gaze of
captured eyes

your dream arises sweet
from mists refuelling calls
you can’t resist, you flee
in lover’s arms with
madness as your flight
© 17 January 2009, I. D. Carswell