“Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
If I drink and lick
that sweet wine
that elixir
dripping from your fingers
it will resurrect
all my
ashen dreams
lying lifeless
in my graveyard of thoughts
it will resurrect me and
bring me down
will take out the nails and
un-crucify me and
take off the burden of my
broken heart
if you let me spew my
venomous pain
and
draw a circle of healing and
compassion around us
I’ll drink up all that elixir
and stay timeless in your thought
sunken in the time
leaving an indelible imprint
staying
immortals forever
If you let me bathe in the
moonlight of your presence
and reskinned
me again to born
as a nubile
breathing openly
in this new skin
drinking lavishly from the
cauldron of my thought
speaking in the unborn tongues
and dancing shamelessly
with my naked thoughts
lovely written
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