Confusion Delusion

I've had this freedom and I want more
(the lips-the hips)
The hands sliding God only knows where.

Oh I want it-
This desire so forbidden.
That pushes-pushes for me to be with you

Yet it ends…
(Why?)

Our swirl of blue on black-
one, two, three, four
into your arms once more.

But, then our entire world
-stopped-
dancing.
The day you only left me
with a birthday kiss.

How can I escape
from the pounding of feet
that skip down memory lane?

And how can I truly love
someone that has
shutters for eyelids
and a zipper for a mouth?

-Seras