Mud Love

by bluepervina - © 2001

 

I cannot tell you,

You cannot say.

We thrust and we pardon,

We suffer and pay.

Your mouth cannot leave me,

My hands cannot stop.

We dance across brimstone,

We scream till we drop.

I shudder while steaming,

You melt through the brakes.

We rip and we roll with it,

We hold tight our mistakes.

Your heart dries and empties,

My mouth fills with blood.

We kiss and both taste it,

Love's ripe-rotten mud.

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Copyright 2001 by bluepervina.

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