Walkin on Air

Metamorphosis



Ambivalent desires plague
My soul chained to compliance:
Sparks of sovereignty ignite
Passion's flame
To cut welding cuts
And set me free
From this insane slavery.

I'm addicted to your touch,
Yet hate to be bonded;
Captured by the sweet odor
Promising sensuous excavation
Deep into the quarry of love
That heeds no vow:
Eternity's here and now.

Blinded to escape by thirst:
Wanting to quaff
Immortality's paradoxal grail
Thus to ever devour you,
My soul mate and nemesis;
To relive each pinnacle
Before again we die.



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