a love so hidden between the lines
so soaked into your veins that you cannot
ignore its pulse between your teeth

bite down baby
and bleed me quick
of this disease that thickens my
skin and holds my hand
gently as in contradiction
to its menacing presence

lick it up baby
and remind of
this crimson spill
that keeps providing a metallic
tinge, that says i called it
from the start.

you remember these lips baby
the ones that provided a bite
that once conjured the illusion of who you could be
but now have provided the
bitter knowledge of who you are

a love so hidden...

05/16/2009

Posted on 03/07/2010
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