smooth linear
sweet seduction
entrapping we
the wise

never knew
what hit me but
it was smack
between my eyes

equilibrium
in disarray
balancing a
fruitless act

catch me as I
fall from grace
that I may exit
with some tact

hot as hell
cold as ice
wishful thinking
the ultimate vice

steady is as
steady goes
damn the words
fuck the prose

nothing sacred
break the seal
connecting modems
clinch the deal

shake me up
stir and serve
wake me up
toss a curve

eyes of steel
hearts of gold
sincerity wavers
as sins unfold

confusion
delusion
emotion
devotion

I am somewhere
between
the idea
and the reality

I suppose Eliot
was right...
therein falls
my shadow...