Often,
Even as I watch you now,
Marveling at that face and body that swells me so,
And trying not to respond to your voice and words that elude me;
I smile at you.
For you.
As moods and other emotional stuff fill my head with images and unrelated thoughts.
And I transform them into words and sentences that reveal the chaos inside.
You listen intently. Sometimes in awe.
And call me crazy, Yet laughing all the while.
For even in my insanity
Or
My crazy
As you call it,
I will touch you.
And love you.
And make you feel good.
Every part.
Loving me. Hating me.
Screaming me, my name, and other obscene things.
As once again you seek vocal emotional relief
From the ecstatic agony you receive
From a man possessed by the bitter and the sweet.
Who uses both with genius.
And understands the difference like a moron.
