The taste of my breath, the smell of you.....overwhelming
In a carnal embrace that is witness by the stars, what have we held onto?
There is reason in time there is no reason to this rhyme, like orpheus doing this on his own time
Why does this hurt, why does this feel good, why does this feel at all?
I don't know I don't care, I am not aware of time anymore, it's a flux of turbulence and nothing more.
The hype of feeling the scars of meaning, only we both know how this will end
Leave me, love me, fuck me, feel me.....only in the end do we know the truth of design
Forgiveness and willfulness, wine and crime, brine and salt....like a eucharist of unholy dimensions.
I know what I've done, I know what's been sung.....leave it....leave it.....
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryDon't ask questions or delve deep into areas that weren't meant to be poked into.
