The blood in my veins
holds him like that
last drop of wine
you will never taste
again. …
For his illness seeped
into an abyss that I
will never see how it
all began
circling
spiraling
signaling
all my
weakness
for love
unbridled
untitled
separate
& together
melding
into each
other
without
the thunder
of angst
only the
peace of
each other
in a
world
unknown
to anyone
who doesn’t
see the
chord
that locks
our need
to not
produce
a seed.
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