Devotion
If this is love
then it is either a torture
or a pleasure
one moment it is one
another moment the other
In which cruel fate
should decide
we need to be together
yet accept on condition
that one
is better-meant
and in the weapon of tears
inside emotion
are smiling eyes
within devotion
And I
another
are we one-another
and you say I
I am your lover
But as you lay in my arms
such tenderness a torture
and as I rest in your thighs
such taking is
its own pleasure
and where then do we find
in you in me
somewhere between
some kind of measure
Between some kind of wrong or right
a distraction from intensity
a subtraction from reality
Remain calm
these collected pieces of sanity
in your arms
such fate
so cruel to be
where I am meant to be
and be driven by
what ever you want this
to be
Is it in finding
the opposite world to sin
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