My body recognizes you. So does my soul.
Something in your eyes when you look at me.
I hate you, and who you are. I need you, too.
But how can we be? It remains unlikely.
I burn near you so, screaming, arching my back,
As pleasure and pain tangle, helix together.
A moth to your flame, me, and as was Icarus
To the Sun, I love you. Too much, too close.
It's reeling, riveting. Yet I burn for you, My love.
For it is you who are branded against the
Porcelain of my core, bleeding scarlet,
When at last, your trembling lips do seal mine.
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Poetry❝In the death of me, I found solace. ❞ What readers say: "Starkly honest, seeing the naked soul of your own, relishing the sorrows of being alive." "A mystic poet is born!" "Keep it up. Keep being alive. Keep writing." Poetry of the past of me. Lyr...
