a cautionary case of mortem fever

[Written on 28/11/2016]

If the only way my heart can beat for you,
is in a symphony of rage, a burst of vengeful ire,
in a bid for murder and flame and fire, more fire–

{ just k no.w  … i ….

I’d feed it all the fuel in the world it could ever hope to crave.
// —want or need or thirst or h un ger
to the brink of the Sullen hour in which my bones spell:
{ sweet – – blemished surrender. }
to the lavender-blue and lovely-pink of
the notion of  { dying with you } .


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