Drip
You are near to my heart and dear to my heartBut seldom inside it my beloved.
There stands no lack of love with this-
Just some organs ungloved enough now.
Just the joy of being about this other place...
This infinite space before me unshadowed and
Pale with past rooms faded to unfathomables.
Don't want to tear me to your quicknesses-
We are already near and dear and far away
Forever together... do stop it!
I will not have blood boil!
I must have it sanguine
Drop by drip.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2012-06-07 at 23:49
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