Tightly tangled dreams,
Restless,
In my labored lax fantasies.

Twisted and taut...
Deliberate
In an empty abyss
Of my affections.

Staged for pleasure,
awaiting measure,
expecting rejection
of my contemning
sentiments.

precariously placed
by fire,
sweetly burned by
my desires.

the devotion remains.

and aptly, i am wasted.
naturally,
naturally wasted.