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I see why love is red.
I can’t tell you.
But last night, you entered my chest
for play, some kind of game, like ‘Operation’
and then I couldn’t sleep
I jolted – shivered – jerked – quirked,
now my eyes don’t close
and my body is a pulse,
you tiptoed across my ribcage,
leaving foot prints enlaced by landmines,
you slept on my lungs,
short wired my arteries,
you clipped the circuits of my ...
Wednesday 27th September 2017 2:10 am
Riding on red
Baby, oh cry "red red" baby!
Red stare, double dare me, baby.
You look angry maybe,
that frown like a red cloak across your gaze
with your silver tongue
words like shining bullets
cutting me down with your mad arms.
What mad, bad arms you have!
What a mad, bad glare you have!
All the better to come swinging at me
with those meaty limbs like axes.
Oh, please baby I'...
Sunday 12th June 2016 2:17 pm
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