Desire

Better days

Lying on my back and looking to the stars and the moon.
I always seem to walk through the thoughts that my better self warns me about.

But the excitement and curiosity of the thought keeps beckoning me to fall into its brush. Into a cloud of perfume sprayed by the flowers covering each thorn in this bush.

A pillow of leaves that swoons my chin and my skin to fall deeper into the velvet dark.
A kiss is what I expect falling into the bosom of danger 
The excitement should hold me tighter, this thrill should never end.

Falling into the depths of this desire fixes my grin to my face.

But soon I tire of it . 
The lust Is gone 
The greed and jealousy I felt leaves me bewildered
And I cant understand why I loved that horrible stench 
Brought on by the thorns that pierce the dull flowers
Or the oily leaves that would stain me with dirty desire

The velvet dark that seemed so illustrious now resembles 
Dirt and mud crawling with spiders and lies
I’ve fallen rock bottom 
And am eating the dirt that I thought so beautiful
But dirt Is dirt
And this desire to play with a rebellious thought
Has left me scared and shredded by the flowers
That I now know are only thorns in my side
Its left me putrid from the perfume I thought was sweet and oily
Lying on the floor and looking at the moon and the stars for better days