Aftermath

poem by: Alejandro Tosell
Written on Oct 14, 2017 

Lover, I've yielded to your soul,
your wisdom has spurned heat upon my suppleness,
your wine spills its sweet flames within my innocence-
ah, help me fight these unseen fears -
dare not stop this fervor boiling in my throat
like thirst that can't be quenched -
tell me, what is death, or what is hate
now that love is done?

 

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