She comes
as a nightmare
to the minds
of those without love
but she is gracious
to those who sing to her
and cry
annihilated in the
vacant stare
of her third eye

I know although
my mouth may sing
with her ecstasy
and my head may spin
with mystery
A part of me
will live in misery
Forever
Until I find myself
lost in her again

she is
beyond emotion
intuition
intelligence
or superstition;
I am enslaved
and enraptured
and destroyed by her
over again
until I am reborn