Lunacy

You were angry
First evident only by your taut way
I teased it out
You flung yourself around the room
Caged animal eyes darting wildly
You refused to let go
Short laboured breath
Pumping thumping punching
You attacked me
Yet still held back
Weary to loose control
I am enlivened
Charged with erotic passion
Do angry I yell
Voice to match the pressure

The silly moon grins in
Its distant poise protests innocence
But it silver fingernail I feel
Sunk in my soul