Saturday, March 1, 2008

One Version of Love:

We sang love songs 
As blood curdled in our mouths
Saliva stretched itself over words
Starved of art, we drank wine
We mutually craved the other--
A carnivorous ripping of the flesh
I held your heart in the last scraps of skin
Until you stole my breath away.

But all they saw was hate.

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