Her insane jealousies are what I bore -πŸ’₯πŸ’₯πŸ’₯

β€œA LESSON OF HUNGER!” a poem August 9, 2018 – Thor’s Day.

With her love, I DIE (pause) and-am-re-born;

She waits! She strikes – me-down. (pause) The Norm!

I could not ask for anything-more,

Her insane jealousies are what I bore –

Her death-grip will choke my life away,

And then we’ll kiss, in-this certain way,

As her elixir issues forth,

Such nourishment – secreted North.

PERPETUAL HUNGER! She laughs at me;

No other way, could all this be!

She says: β€œBe hard,” when love’s so soft;

Her fragrant bubbles – gently waft,

And, in this stupor, the nectar fills,

Me – to-saturation, and-my-Spirit-thrills,

For life, for death, within her reach!


fin. <3


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Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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