Je ne sais quoi

Sanity is breaking loose, and insanity is all I have left.

I am cleft to its bosom, trapped like a child

Clinging to the only support that my developing hands can grasp.

I am a newborn, a halfbreed of all that I was, all that I am.

I am dependant on you for succour, you feed me with your touch;

I need you to let me taste you, to remember your scent

To breath deeply of the dew that seeps from my touch

To bind myself in the unending torrent of feeling

And to die for a while in that certain je ne sais quoi.