Love finds me in
the nuthouse
wandering in
Delerium, sweat-drenched
dreams.
She's my fucking angel,
and she sucks the
vagabond poison from
my veins.
Arms are bruised to
a Dijon yellow.
I forgot the
ecstasy of
connection and sexual
chemistry.
The heat...the
smiles that set the
bones on fire.
This is birth.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
I love this so much dear Thomas. A superb write. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. I appreciate it.
Good words Thomas.
Andy
Thank you very much.
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