Black love
In the blackness of my heart
you stir some mystic fire
that devours me and turns me on
in sleeplessness night after night.
My problem is the question,
if it's you or me that stirs the fire,
or are we in it both together?
You are always free, and I can't keep you there,
while I am prisoner of this weird love
that never quite can leave me for a moment.
Your freedom keeps me prisoner,
and I can never hold you back
infringing on your independence,
since you are a part of me,
and I can never let you go.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-08-31 at 07:06
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