14:17 Strange Disease

Posted by sarahsmiles on January 17th, 2007 filed in poetry, unusual things

You can fall in love in a hemorrhagic fever,
with the final bloody bite that brings you unto me;
each lesion speaks of pathological desire,
a carnal compulsion from the venusian vale.

I’ve got a strange disease. A pop-song melody
wedged in my flesh and mind; tight loop repeating,
scenarious replaying the touching of body and soul,
each head-bang’s bloody orgasm afterglow–a smile.

Your virus, my virus, twain are met entwined.
Delicious DNA erotically combined.

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