The love we make burns like hot iron.
Its mark is on our souls incised -
The only beacon for our hearts forlorn
Till all but love is exorcised.
Give me all your alps to dream at night
And I'll leave you all my demons to fight.
The child in you I'll hold till he won't weep.
The child in me - lull him in untormented sleep.
Let me scream your anger out till it won't glow
While you cry my tears till they'll cease to flow.
I'll lick your wounds clean and the salt within,
You caress my scars running deeper than skin.
The love we make burns like hot iron.
Its mark is on our souls incised
And us - each other's priest while forlorn
Till all but love is exorcised.
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4 comments:
eloquent powerful and beautifall
some feelins that ive never managed to quite put into words are right there.
me thinks you must have some planets in scorpio's realm to write so powerfully.
came across a sentance i read and re-read in a book today
'to share a hiding place, physical or psychological, is as intimate as love'
love *is* sharing a psychological hiding place. without threatening endangered species dwelling within.
but dancin with them, even if just a dance of breath
in that case, i think you'll find "rhyme" to your liking :)
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