And dubious like the sea
It's slow and enchanting;
Faltering forward, unsteady,
Into a vortex of possible damnation
And loving it all the same
It's sexy
Like flirting with darkness
And kissing the fringes of danger
Like sticking your finger in a flame
And waiting for the sweet burn...
Like listening for a whisper
On sensual air currents
Or taking a deep breath before a dive
Falling for a stranger...
Is tortuously beautiful
Like a wilting rose
Or an ended love
Like a dark, unsteady road
Only bathed in moonlight
It's dubious, and raw, and true
It's sweet and sour
And something in-between
It's heady and frightening
And hauntingly captivating...
It's a deep gentle bite
That only caresses a vein,
Thoughtless...
Yet leaves you pining in hopeful vain...
PS: Partly-inspired by conversations with a wise and wonderfully alive person... :D
