Dangerous Love

You are a walking lucid dream,
Somewhere between planes of existence,
You shift.
You strut through these different dimensions
With the swagger of someone
Who Belongs.
You can alter my reality
With a glance.
You are horribly beautiful,
The plume cloud of an explosion,
A neon, radioactive glow,
Like a moth to a flame,
Right?
Still, knowing,
I dance down the path
To my destruction.
Because, even if I’m dismantled,
I would be glad to know,
It was by your hand.