In Rich
Red
I see
your form thru’ the darkness, my happiness
I trace
your nakedness, bare truth
Nothing
hidden as you sleep, there’s trust
All this
and more, indeed lust
In that
moment, did I witness your sense of life
As in the
‘nth second after creation
The
invincibility that leads to continuance of life
Desire
for you, each night is re-creation
D’you see
the double-meaning within that?
Yet the
concrete is no different
It’s the
abstracts that are vital while the concretes are reality
In the
abstracts its lust or love, reality makes that time
For lust
is a fleeting moment
True love,
a romantic’s eternal fulfillment
The
romantic doesn’t sleep during the witching hours
They’re
the ones that protect from the demons
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