Jealous of your heart,
The crimson coursing through it
Flows with life more precious
Than the earth whence it came.
Under your skin; I yearn to be,
Beating with no respite.
Let me do its labour,
These hands bathed in your life,
Stained with your love.
Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 10:24 AM UTC
Jealous of your heart,
The crimson coursing through it
Flows with life more precious
Than the earth whence it came.
Under your skin; I yearn to be,
Beating with no respite.
Let me do its labour,
These hands bathed in your life,
Stained with your love.