My Love. Crazy.

I prefer your kind of crazy

to the sanity the world tries to sell.

I prefer the sound of your tongue

whispering blessings in my sacred grove

instead of droned heartless hymns.

I have no fear of the world

through the looking-glass

as long as you are on the side

I enter into. You

have filled my head with wonders

since the day you stole

into my tower built of doubts.

You told me my hair was magic

and I believed. You

enchant and enflame me,

until I have no choice but to submit

to the mysteries you have initiated me into.

I lay as novice, but rise as priestess,

adept at the skills you have taught me. I

cannot live without your madness -

my armor against the madder reality

I must inhabit.  I must play at sterile sanity

while the eyes of the world are on me,

but when they turn away,

and the stars are the only witnesses

then I will let you kiss me, madly.

And I will kiss back.  

Song Choice: Crazy In Love by Beyonce, remixed 

This poem was inspired by a prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Play It Again Toads where we got to pick an older prompt to work with. I chose the Sunday Mini Challenge based on the poetry of Carilda Olivar Labra, specifically her poem, I go crazy, my love, I go crazy. I've also linked this poem up to Poet's United: Poetry Pantry #369.