I love you in liquid form, shapelessly I flow through your body. I travel your temple’s narrow corridors and I suck the darkness within. I’m surrounded by rusty bricks made of your flesh and tissue, and they engulf me in my satisfaction. I pour myself in your venomous pipes and burst your valves as they give me more power, more strength to go on. The deadly chemical and hormones that blend within me make me more vicious and more agile. The air is tainted by my scent and my color shows on your inner scars. Particles are united around me as I split atoms with my fury and nothing is left of you and me, but the enchanting rhythm of our fading breath.
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27 Saturday Aug 2016
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So tell me, what exactly got you to write this poem? It seems that from what I got out of it, the poem is about an eternal bond in which love is not based on physical, material objects such as a body or a building, but on spiritual connection.
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