You are a dream to me My skin at times I feel so weak Like any rubied barb from natures many wildly growing plants Could cut me deep Then I bleed My heart Still trapped inside my chest My heartbeat loses its rhythm Like every wasted palpitation could never make you dance A heart attack Then I die My love My love saves me now from darkness Like any destructive demon has angels fighting against These unseen hands Guide me home To you
To you the skin I give What you've become to me alone Like a reason to feel pleasure in a world completely numb Sweet joyous dream Hopeful home My peace
Written in invented meter. Thought in action.
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Each third line a simile, each first line playing of the end of the last stanza