Some Sort Of Madness Poem by Melissa Hurst

Some sort of rare want
has plagued me.
Triggers of insanity
has brought us here.

Tis some sort of madness
that stripped you naked,
bound you,
and touched you excitingly.

There is some kind of anger
that struck your cheek,
bit your neck,
and screamed at you.

I am no longer alone
in this body.
Will I have to love
the other who is due to come forth?

Will we come to this point of madness
as you and I have
or will I condition him
to accept my incestuous advances?