This time of night
When I let my sight
Leave my body
And seek you out
In your cave
Your married grave
To touch you
In a virtual rasp
Tighten my craving grasp
To feel your heart
Throb through mine
To thread my veins
Through your spine
To hurt and love
At the same damn time
For I must confess
There's a needling distress
In moments few
That're pure as dew
When through this love
This maddening lust
I wished our words
Could be true
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Some nights the love is vile, it's vicious and angry, raging like a broken wave ready to tear down every social construct, break every dam and wreak emotional havoc on anyone who cares.
Some nights every boundary looks like a weak pencil line I could easily erase..Some nights come saddled with melancholy, of what isn't and what could probably be.
Some nights I feel betrayed, the poisonous sting I let it stay..An antidote is on its way and these thoughts are fleeting at best..
I should probably have written this in another space, one where you don't stroll, but here it is..A sack of ache, one that begins to slowly abate.
Hearts
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