Saturday 13 October 2012



You are reason and passion’s love child.
You are everything that is right about-
Everything that is wrong about me.
You are death’s soft kiss on my clavicle,
You are life’s reply to my inner tempest.
Your marrow warms my lonely bones,
Your blood cools my uncontrollable fear.
I fear the madness you invoke in me-
The bloody desire your hands provoke.