violence is passion by Emily Davidsoni'll wound myself to have you
kiss my bruises;
i'll wound myself in hopes that you
will heal me.
when i'm mad
i imagine a gun to your head
and when i'm loving you
i imagine a gun to mine
i have dreamt of your spine
as a bone, blanketed by the flesh of your back
as you sleep under my sheets;
or as a wooden plank that i could
cleave with the power of my palm
violence is passion
and baby,
i could kill you
for not loving me. 02/20/2004 Posted on 02/20/2004 Copyright © 2024 Emily Davidson
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