Hagar's Kiss

You don't have to bleed away My profound profane love...I hold your heart in mine I can feel your heat from the love places, I can also feel your thumping pain Crying into the broken, bloodied mirrors I will pick you up for you've picked me up The wringing love you hold, the shallow eyes from which you weep, your claws into my skin I will softly, sweetly kiss your beautiful brown skin and wallow in the Sunday soaking blue When do we swallow each other whole? That will be a perfect time Hold on a little bit closer ...suffocation isn't very strange.....