Fair's Poetry

In the dark when rain falls and stars fly,

I seek juxtaposition of my cognition to your mind,

I wish to watch the unfolding,

A moment when mind becomes mine,

Because a body is so easily claimed,

And I could explain but would make me wane,

It would wantantly woe me,

To only have your figure,

I wish to own an essence perchance,

Are you listening?

I wish for souls to entwine when you are mine,

To know walking and the gawking,

That this Morticia is claimed,

Thay collar and key are measured with step,

Not leather, that you measure the lesser,

And end them with thwarted stare,

I wish mutual obsession that falls on skin,

Then digs so deep it may never recover,

That precense, flare, love, and wanting,

Will always be there.

Where art thou Morticia?