Monday, November 16, 2009

Blood Lust; Soul Love

Blood Lust, Soul Love

When you only leave for even mere minutes,
the sands of our hourglass-

chafe my soul

like sandpaper,

granule not granule, but Sahara-
I miss you terribly-

this ridiculous necessity
I find in you-

This unyielding affinity
this insanity laced genius

laced sanity-

this maddeningly blinding light-
of soul torch

that is so bright over my eyes,
all is a negative-

over exposed to me now.

This rhythmic panic of blood love
so loud

I can hear my heart
over song~

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