Sonnet 2
In my veins blood has turned to writhing snakes
My lungs burn, an inferno in my chest
The being of my marrow yearns and aches
When you are far know I will have no rest
And know my heart is pierced by bloody sword
Each thought of you a lash upon my skin
I beg and cry and pray to wicked Lord
For you, your loving touch, your fickle grin
Your tenderness cools burning into warm
And blizzard turns into a temperate spring
Your arms they shelter, keeping me from harm
And kisses on me ease the lashes sting
I reach to you, my selfish thoughts now plain
Please hold me love and shelter me from pain
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