I want to pour over your flesh, ravenous and stammering through
your wire- veins with sweet electrocution
wounds calling out, starving for the next taste
and reopening themselves with little hungry teeth and smiling wide
the moment our lips meet will make the stars dim out
like worthless flame, burning with self-loathe that god
scratched a new heaven all across your skin and people stare at you
with more love than any sky, so touch me
with that fusion that makes the ground quake,
no disaster that god ever made compares
with my pulse when it is against yours,
and my tears when you are gone could water down hell
and make it an arc of vicious drowning souls,
though your eyes blazing into mine would set it back ablaze

06/15/2004

Author's Note: the way passion feels, nothing is stronger.

Posted on 06/15/2004
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