Love’s
Bite
Don’t
dwell on perfection, you’ll be asking for a soul infection
Manifests
as aching pain and dereliction
After the
conflagration, alone, the silence leads to the bar
Unleashed
is the cold hand that directed to perfection, smacking your jaw
How many
illusions before love’s embraces?
It draws
you out and the blood rush isn’t light
See bite
marks on the side of your neck and there’s no turning back
Whence
your rules and lines now, as you willingly open wide
Is this
surrender and capitulation to a vampire’s reach?
No, it’s
the warm soul elixir of true love so rich
The
encapsulation of you within the protection of want
Selfish
emotions that tie irrevocably
The
unexpected sudden revelation of truth within
No
defense but willingly letting another in
Makes you
laugh and dance the silly light fantastic
Oh to be
bitten!
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