Apr 162012
 

Love me fiercely, though nipples bleed
And lips need stitches where your lips have passed;
Love me fiery until love’s pyre is dead,
The bonfire soaked, the man-in-the moon undressed.
The heat that creeps through lovers’ veins
Ignites silently in eyes and furtive looks
Until a shared surrender in the brain
Incinerates discretion, undoes every hook.
Do not wait for the duration of a zipper
But love me instantly, as steam loves the cold air,
Hot as torches in huge candelabra.
Burn me until for burning there is no cure,
For no love comes when lust’s coal-red is gone:
No mother-love, no nurse’s hand, no one.

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