The Devil's a Dandy

I had a dream

Where Satan took me away.

He bewitched me, seduced me, he wanted to play.

He had my mind and my body and my spirit utmost

And he loved, he entranced, with my existence as host.

I had a dream where the Devil wanted to play

With my desires and weakness and anything that was gray.

He was the ruling, and no qualms had I.

Only me was I fooling with such a magnificent lie.

If the Devil's a dandy

There would be no confliction

Sadly, he is a disaster,

And my encompassing addiction.
This is my King of Dreams.
My trump card in the grand scheme of all fantasies.
Emulated by my own longing, my poorly hidden desires reflected and mirrored back at me through the very soul of his rumbling core.
This is my ace in the hole of a life led without fulfillment.
And I don't want it.
Suddenly I don't know how to exhale, and the pressure is building and turning into hot air and lifting me up!
Sure, that's nice at first, but not when you can't stop it.
I'm like an indestructible hot air balloon passing past the illusion of sky, scorching through the stratosphere, up and up and up until there is no more up.
There is just space.
And that space, that vast, filled... Space, is not an illusion.
They mirror my emotions, now drifting through this endlessness that seems not to end or begin at any given point and just exist.
Mirrors my feelings, that don't start, end, stop. Can't be stopped.
As vast for he in that beautiful container as the infinite areas if existence.
As we are, as all is.
These feelings just exist.
As quiet, as profound as this endless, dusted black.
My feelings for him... That quake and shake with every little gesture, with everything he is, for me or not- are returned.
And I might prefer if this was just a sweet dream.
Because I can't even control it.
My tears swell when I just think, "I love him," as abrupt and destructive as a volcano.
My body quakes with the thought that he might touch me like thunder on the ocean.
Like space.
Like space,
I wish I was all-encompassing.
I wish he were the center of a universe that makes my feelings real.
And choke on it.
Together.
In a space without oxygen.
In a space without planets or stars or wormholes.
Where he is at the core of me, and I am at the core of He.
Just space and it's center.
I really wish this was all just a dream.
Where I could be placed.
Where I am just a person.
Where I get by because, then, I don't have to be this immeasurable, infinite... Thick.
Suspended by irrationality and belief and floating.
It's too much like a dream already.
Where I can't think,
I can't speak,
I only can act
On my nature,
My motives are truths,
So compact
And he is as true as the stars are like suns
On a night so intense that my spirit just comes.
An orgasm that shoots me out of my body and spreads me
Among the vast and infinite soft human melody
Existence is so much a word I cannot define
Only live by,
Surrounding as something all too divine
To be defined as the Devil,
Though that's all he can be
Like a human manifests as pure as the free
As immortal as air and as pure as a lifetime
Lived to the fullest with a reason sublime
As simple as breathing,
In and out,
In and out,
Out
Out of the swelling in my core of a belief without doubt
I love and I trust,
I believe in the we
We humans are crystals,
Like precious pearls of potent purity
Compressed into bodies that reflect the obscurity
Gathered together in the form of disunity
For in truth,
The world is just as they say,
To be pricelessly cherished like the Devil's greatest play
Representing one of every single day
Out of love for the whole of all that is gray,
The Devil is my lover,
So come what may.