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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