Passion my blood
this war against
everthing
chaos my core
and you seem
daunted by my
half lidded vision
leaned against
the kitchen counter
mouth
slightly open
for egress of hot breath.
You and I have not forgotten
how hands quick speak
flesh into being
bright burning fire
Spartans would never understand.
We come
we go
but this is always the same
grappling of wits
and souls
feet tangled by tongues
until we are
at war on the floor.
Never give up
never say die
only release and sighs
until the next clash
of stalwart forces.
Love thy Enemy.
And I do.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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