michelangelo 27

By | 1 May 2017

you who kiss run from
love’s burning tongue his
flames are savage his
cuts mortal he
fights to the death

after the first rush nothing
neither effort nor brains nor
leaving the country
will do any good go

you see in me a staggering example
of the sharpness of his tooth
the strength of his arm his
bent disgusting game when first

your eyes meet his
don’t hang around I thought
I could have him
any way I wanted now

see what I am

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