bright eyes, behind which nimble neurons roost
sparkling with generous, warm fire
good intentions merrily induced
and a simple lecherous desire

from me desire seems so unsurprising
i, in its permutations, earned my name
that name i spent so many years revising
by trying to hunt quieter sorts of game

with smiles i stumble on my last solution
i've met my twisted mirror image here
he smiles like a razour in the morning
and sharply strikes away my creeping fears

my rambling words, the only price i pay
to watch my world grow brighter by the day

this was sketched out on the fly simply to prove that I could still do it when presented with a worthy subject. thank you for being alive, and moreso, thank you for giving me the tools to recover my mind.