The Sanctity Of Sanity Poem by John Sensele

Overdose is the lady I've been necking
Warm and wonderful I thought we felt
Moderate and mild are the results we've been pecking
At grand plans we believed we dealt

In reality and in fantasy
Up close and cozy we felt we knelt
Passionate and private in the ecstasy
In which our hearts melted the felt

We savoured and laboured with minds gone bonkers
Saluting and diluting senses gone overboard
In moments we knew limpid love conquers
Despite signs of rectitude we inserted on board

As cherubish check our eyes opened
To the gregarious glare shouting for more care
We ought in our own words sweetened
To embrace the fairness both us needed to ensnare

In resolutions we make
Bliss benefits we hold dear
Pain and strain we can't fake
With the resolve from our hearts to clear with no sneer

Open or hidden
Despite the pain we could absorb
in kissed bliss forbidden
As we donned the remorse rob

Without any reservation we could offer
To elevate the sanctity of the faith
For which we stood ready to suffer
Although it implied desire dearth

We pledged
In the context of the sanity
We urged
For the sake of the humble humanity

For which we craved
In love
Which we braved
To bless from above wings of our white dove.