Infatuation is a monstrous thing.
Going against all senses
of normal thought
rational decision-making
or steady comforts,
it creates
drama.
It feeds
the hunger for a
racing heartbeat.
It
perpetuates craziness.
It births
f L u T t e R i N g fancies
and…and…and
wickedly
temperamental dispositions.
Infatuation f l o o d s.
Never be it gentle or
temperate.
Simply
hot
or cold.
On or off.
It either
drowns
or
parches.
Infatuation never gives a call
before
showing up on your doorstep.
Hell, it hardly rings
the bell
once arrived.
No, no.
It prefers
instead to
break windows
explore your rooms
finger your trinkets
and make lunch from (your) refrigerator’s
(innards).
Know it well.
Serve it on knees
and pray
to its power.
Like a fool
sub
mit to it
‘s authority.
8/24/2011
