Excuse my absence, darling

I do not dare to dance around


Treading deeper waters without warning or sound

I feel as though my heart has left me

Gone in the wrong direction

No, not with you

But without:

Brittle bones.

Honest tones

Confused moans

Lust or love

Whatever you want to entitle

Let us live it out

For a moment without speaking

Molds the dagger


Push it in deeper

For now, however…

The more love, the better

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