"The flicker of love took the tuft of heartbeats off the cliff
We surrendered to possession
Ye – the heart – a knight – a thug-thief
I wrote you in words;
framed you up ov’r the glass hall
I captured you in heart;
slammed you forcefully to the bedroom-wall
The world makes me faithless so does your love
You love – a shade – a pastel-hue of my heart
I wonder, what if it’s grey not red...
Would you be giving me more that I fed?
Softness of your lips;
Ye – the lavender scents of your tranquil kiss
take me to the end of broken – edge
Ah – we got surrendered to possession,
though I need one more night to please the enmity of our naked bodies to death."
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