Just have faith.
Touch our lips and
live to take my hand.
Featherlight is the needle
whitch vivisects my mind,
and when the day ends
realize we will sit back
and make love beneath the stars.
The sun soon fades;
not on passion, only on the day.
Believe in the salt of your tears,
fear not- emotion won't deny;
nor is it overbearing,
my eyes never told a lie.
Plunge the steel into my spine,
harrow out and hollow this fragile form.
Kiss me and give rise to us.
As my blood will boil
I open up my heart to you again.
 
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