When I hold you like this
I become a heart.
Brimming with joy, pulsing
with the beats of your harp.
Slices of heaven,
one piece at a time.
Can’t fantom iciness
has ever entered our minds.
You’re ever so gentle or
do you still hesitate?
We both know the perils
of desperate souls seeking mate.
You say it’s a special drug,
a chemical relay.
You’ve done it before
& I’ve seen the scars.
You are so beautiful though,
broken, not just sum of parts.
A Picasso, jagged,
breath-taking piece of art.
Which is why without you
life can feel so hollow.
I will keep wetting your lips,
so you can bear that cross.
They are laughing all the while
thinking we are lost cause.
For we are the practitioners of magic,
the alchemy of love & lust.
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