Tis bittersweet this anguish of clemency.
Lover's biting that bleeds.
This blissful misery,
That has become you and me.
Icy touch that burns within.
Together being fused.
Not aware of where each of us begins.
Praying we're not being used.
Bittersweet, this anguish of clemency,
Where lover's biting profusely bleeds.
Tis blissful this misery.
That is, you and me....
© 2016 Dell Anne Raye
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