Passion
Our love burns-
Like bleach on a flesh wound,
My love will never,
Can never,
Fail me,
Bodies like oil paint on the wall,
Intertwined so severely,
One cannot tell one from the other,
That is us.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2010
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