Tell Me again
how many times
you’d spread yourself,
like some blessed thin layer
offering yourself to others?
In the curve of the left arm
she held the needle still
eyes were locked into eyes,
“Hurry love!”
In an instant
the fire was lit
so alive now
burning white hot.
One must admit
to have been blind before,
jealous perhaps,
with the fight or flight feeling inside.
How does one decide
to simply stand put
or to run and get away?
The girl is missed
and yet
words can’t fully explain
why she couldn’t feel,
the love,
she was injecting
into our veins.
Thank you Christina
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Absolutely lovely
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