wolfox

poetica: Wrong Kind Of Me

it was the wrong kind of me
but the right kind of you
when it bled through my dreams
then I knew it was true
there was no other flesh
'pon which I deigned to feed
it was more than desire
it was all that I need
you were skin, you were bone
I was blood, I was teeth
when the wrong met the right
then we gather to feast
the sharp tang of your fear
in each drop of your sweat
where once was desire
do you still love me yet
is there a greater love
with you within me
yes, the right kind of you
and the wrong kind of me


6:27p, d241y11
thom Wolfox sR Rhose

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