The Intoxication of Red

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Life is life, when it ends pleasure ends with it. Of uncertain regrets why make someone a slave? For me there is never tomorrow or yesterday. If I die tomorrow may it be at a bad time or a good time which do they say, what does it matter to me? I enjoy the present, I enjoy now and the devil take me if he wants to when I die.

What are grace and beauty worth to me, and to love like no one ever loved, if the passion that my soul devours me is unknown to the one who makes me fall to my knees, agonising in sweet anticipation.

My eyes are fixed on you, with more astonishment than fear you look at me; perhaps you judge me as a vague star that revolves in the space of the heavens.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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