Sunday, 26 July 2015



We know it’s lust

We can stay in bed for hours

And look past each other’s flaws

And enjoy each other’s body parts.

Like each other’s perfect sex dolls

With flesh bone, blood and maybe souls

Making a jigsaw of each other.


Like junkies,

Nothing else matters

Not jobs,

Not our future

Not our despairing friends.

Our world, land and sea

Depends on each other.


Is it love?

I see a dangerous rage

In your eyes

And when the puzzle pulls apart

There is desperation

In our screams of lust

And violence in our souls.


Do we see each other?

Or just our own egos

In the other’s eyes

Are we too close to see the flaws

That will destroy each other.


Closer to passionate enemies

Not friends for life.

Let us burn in sensual haven

And fall from grace

Make our own hell

Can we tell the difference?

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