Hagar's Kiss
You don't have to bleed away
My profound profane love...I hold your heart in mine
I can feel your heat from the love places, I can also feel your thumping pain
Crying into the broken, bloodied mirrors
I will pick you up for you've picked me up
The wringing love you hold, the shallow eyes from which you weep,
your claws into my skin
I will softly, sweetly kiss your beautiful brown skin
and wallow in the Sunday soaking blue
When do we swallow each other whole?
That will be a perfect time
Hold on a little bit closer
...suffocation isn't very strange.....
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