out of the blue

I'm talking to you

and once again I'm intoxicated

its infectious

definitely not harmless

and it masks it's burn with beauty

I thought I cut those puppet strings

but still you keep your hold on me

you trip me

then catch me

and I'm lost in your eyes

distracted from your sewing fingers

manipulation masked with passion

and once again I'm intoxicated

drunk on your words

high on conversation 

your puppet

again