ughhhhhh I can't format my form poetry hmmmmmm



Hammered rationality gives way
To internal butterfly fluttering,
Smothered in tingled warmth of
A smile glanced my way. Lethal
Saturation of promise dances on
Dilating prosperity of harvested
Love, a serene lunacy. Your love
Is the puppeteer controlling my
Heart strings. Predictability is
But a long lost friend seen only
when time apart is an extended
leave from you. You have bared
my hidden files with divine care,
like fossil fuel you rev my heart
into overdrive taking my breath.

does any of this this poetry ever make any sense, or do I have to be Buffalo Bill to get it?

LA