Gruesome veracity poetry

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You anchor me to land
Keeping my head out of the clouds
And Burying it in the sand
You are the lashes on my back
That leave me craving for more
The sunlight in my darkest hour
That blinds me evermore
You are the concrete keeping me in place
Propping me up, starving my mobility
Your uncanny hold over me, a mace
You are the devious scent of forest fires
Heat blazing behind your lips
Your touch burning sweetly
A voice of demon whips
Your eyes smoldering discretely
As my molecules merge to dust
...

Now
Time tumbled out of our lives
It's all changed
But It's all right
Your touch across my skin,
Has lost the sting
The fire softening into margarine
The ashes from your forest fires
Fertilizing the forest springs
Arriving the aroma of life to your smirk
Your voice has put the demons to rest
As the Angels go to work
I guess the concrete keeping me in place
Was never really a mace