If passion is what I pursue
Higher heights and deeper depths of such, my heart woos
I need not merely that upon my shoulders,

you lie your warm head,
But for our bodies to collapse into one
Until our souls become indistinguishable from one another
For your blood to overflow my veins
And seep in every crevice of my heart chambers
For the softness that holds your eyes in place
To invade every fiber of my being
For our skins to mesh like a web of silk
That coils around me tightly
Until every breath is drawn from my lungs
I should seek that your love paralyze me
Until I emerge no more than a shell of a human
To possess me as though an obedient servant

of an immortal hemisphere
Set me ablaze till my bones melt like wax
A concoction of blood, bones and muscles
Waiting that you imbibe it
And I should slosh around in your compartment
Where acids burn of my fervent passion
Let me nourish you fully
With the nutrients of my remains into

which I disintegrate

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When our fingers entangle like trumpet vines
Our lips wed under the evening light
It boils me from the inside out
That even too much of you remains
in short supply
To my unsatiated appetite

If it be that my macabre fantasies color me mad
Then so be it
For no love is love
Without the bite marks of madness.