your words
piece together
my broken skin
with needles
that puncture
my soul.
every breath
you take
freezes my blood
into a crimson stream
that flows straight
from the gates of
Milton's Hell.
but your gold eyes
thaw my frozen heart
and bring it
back to life.
pumping scarlet
into my veins,
throbbing with
accelerated heartbeats.
your caresses
strike the match
that sets my
heart on fire
and turn it into
a raging inferno
that will burn
'til it's the charred ash
that would be scattered
on my g r a v e.
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Poetry-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
