Love finds me in
the nuthouse
wandering in
Delerium, sweat-drenched
dreams.
She's my ******* angel,
and she ***** the
vagabond poison from
my veins.
Arms are bruised to
a Dijon yellow.
I forgot the
ecstasy of
connection and ******
chemistry.
The heat...the
smiles that set the
bones on fire.
This is birth.
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 2:49 AM UTC
Love finds me in
the nuthouse
wandering in
Delerium, sweat-drenched
dreams.
She's my ******* angel,
and she ***** the
vagabond poison from
my veins.
Arms are bruised to
a Dijon yellow.
I forgot the
ecstasy of
connection and ******
chemistry.
The heat...the
smiles that set the
bones on fire.
This is birth.
LOVE
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