an accidental meeting
. . . our meeting was an accident
reincarnation, many lifetimes later
and you still know who I am
I, unabashed, enticed your lips to the nape of my neck
cold and solid, a heavy scent
pure desire to the core
You would do good to stay away
if only I were not that extra added dimension
Of bittersweet a screaming, electric flavor
Of satisfaction a relentless, pacing restlessness
Be grateful, my love,
For the glass that seperates us
A poison is a poison is a poison
No matter how fondly it is recalled
No matter how much you enjoy hating it
No matter how severely it burns you (not to have it)
A poison, is a poison, is an ambivilent
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