I’ve never met anyone so ruthlessly alive
Your kiss, your touch, is the deepest wine
Sparkling crystal in your hand
I’d play this scene over and over again
Your heart is made of electricity
I wish I could touch it just once, to see
The kaleidoscope that is your mind
The blood of the lamb is your sign
I didn’t know until after it was over
That something was deeply wrong, my lover
Even though your glass is the deepest red
I’d play this film over and over again
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Author:
cameron lynne (
Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2022 00:01
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Interesting words .. good poem ))
Thank you 💙
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