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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I want you to feed me my only fear, to make a ritual of the ruddy rain I hear deluge my dreams with Love's broken mirror, our inspiration fragmented into faithless drear, to deliver the division of two hearts once near on a cutting board of Venu's neurotic nightmare, take me to where yearning is taunted by stoic stare to the edges of erotic emotion wounded from passion threadbare, lead me to fear's chasm split warm and wide on a Goddes's tongue of despair, I need that soul spasm hyperextending the phantasm of my boyish beliefs unfair, If I could fall in love with you again a star hunter I'd be, feigning capture in your solar reign equiped with erogenous eon, violating your violet virtue from within, I would be your fuel of fury and flirtation, speedily skipping across a galaxy dim, an unstoppable windfall of cosmic conquest bursting from our indefatigable union, If I could see you one more time in truth you'd be a Queen, lean like love keen, sexy as sabotage with no proof, intuiting when to kiss, and when to kill, dressed to thrill in vermillion fox, a King me be, knowing how to war, and how to water the woman that gives me shocks, would throw roses and lava into a world desperate for heros gone mad on Creativity's roof, I don't know how Love says goodbye, I don't know how it sounds, how it moves or know when the Death Dance begins or ends, how deeply does Love get buried in the pits of private agony, how will I remember the anniversary of our Dia de Muertos, will you paint your face like a sugar skull and grin from misery made merry, a grave robber I will be, rubbing fragrant memory on the lips of our love gone by, feeding you the fear you've taught me - J.A.B.
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