Lunacy

To slip into a startle

as you drag the burden of your breaths

and to laugh

when you see his face

rise again, unbeaten;

a winter trickling to your depths-

the other half

of you, there,

there before your eyes, once again.

He pins you down

and the choke is fooled into life.

Song, a liquid

that drinks you and fills you...

he's there, 

there before your eyes again-

you see him rise again.

His word,

undressing you, your every thought-

you repeat him,

defeat him

in being the poem he was.

And suddenly-

you're beautiful.