Magnetic #2 by Jon-Jacob F DealI worship & chant deliriously
In a language fast & frantic
Waxing shadows like winter's whispers
As the beat within my head
Produces screams like singing
I think of you
Always recalling
The day I ripped you
Your sweet blood on my tongue
And the smell of it all over
Sweating
I incubate these urges
But my vision is black
And the shine has gone
From the boy I was 01/01/2001 Posted on 06/20/2009 Copyright © 2024 Jon-Jacob F Deal
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