For The Moment, This Is Love
Let’s tour graveyard sites
On lonely nights,
Kiss like death
Each other’s breath,
You can bite my skin
Until it tears and bleeds,
There’s a certain amount
Of depravity
That has to mingle with life
Before the final
Closing of the eyes.
Baby, you and I
Are not afraid
Of dark desires
Nor a sprinkling
Of healthy violence…
I’ve got your safe words
Memorized…we’ll survive.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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