on mad nights

pillow talk is

"ritalin my nights away."

responses to black-laquered turn-ons

drugged and delayed.

the fuzzy edges mingle thoughs

of raping angels,

and the space

between your legs

turns sacrasanct,

lust and love shamefully synonomous.

as we claim

the clumsy out-of-breath

anonimity

of forgetfulness.