Crimson Fog (Lust)

I have secrets. 
In fact... I have a lot.
This particular, however, 
I love, desire, and despise.

Lust! A crimson fog that comes

To snatch my brain. 

Again. 

And makes it fly into a bleeding sky.

And lift it high 
Then even higher
To splash it hard
In pleasure, guilt, of fluid brain.

Perceptual, erotic ebbs
Of flesh and heat alive
And bashing, crashing flows of 
ends and halts and death.

Elevating all my flesh 
And all my soul's contents 
In screaming,
Maddening orgasms.

Depleted  
Out-of-soul
Out-of-body 

Out-of-matter.

Only where Sea of passions
Shore of Death explodes
The lust is gone.

And only where life

And death collide

And then, before it starts... again,

For a moment I am at peace.