Hagar's Kiss

Written by: Winter Wallace

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.....