Vigilant are the scars, that guard the gates of pleasure. They stand there watching you carefully, with their spears pointing towards you. You cannot come close, or they will attack. How come you reach the gates? You battle. But battling does not mean defeating the guards; its taking away their weapons and invite them into your paradise.
The scars cannot be removed, because they are merely the gates. So, my love, if the gate of pleasure can only be created by the scars, then cut me even more. Cut me until you see the red flesh. Create more of these gates of pleasure for me, so that I can finally find relief there. And I invite you to come with me, to see, that the rose you once teared apart, is standing there blooming the shade of love like never before.
Find there what you thought you perished from the world. Find inside these scars, what you teared apart. Find inside these scars, what you thought love could be. Since you can only find relief when you can touch and see. And therefore my invitation is for you to untie your grief, but only if you are willing to put aside the seas.
Oh, dearly painted love, find me a reason to paint you done. How should I finish this line with fun, when you are blocking my path to the sun? Sealing the light that I need to run, to the destination these scars are destined to come. Behind them are the gates of pleasure and fun, but you block the way for your hesitant one.
Show me how you take and run, so that I can also give them the scars to come. Only for them to realize, that behind them is pleasure and fun.
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You Who Knows Best
PoetryThis is a series of love poems written by me. "May we meet where the eye can find its rest, And where our hearts beat for each other, even outside of our breasts."
