Poetry

Oh, poetry,

Hold me beneath my blemishes,

Bruises of pain and love,

The pain of love,

And a love of pain...

Unleash the wild fangs of the eternal identity,

My love in your holy body, Of literature,

Kill him in hell for burying you,

In the shattered house of this beating blood bag,

But let him live in you for incarnating you,

In the softest part of the universe, Oh poetry.

Crawl on me,

The way his breath did,

Mingle your fingers with mine,

The way his got crossed with mine, Left your marks all throughout me,

The way he did,

Merge with me, The way his essence did,

Let yourself penetrate into even those dark parts of me,

Where even love couldn't reach,

Bcoz oh poetry.

Enslave me into your existence for the rest of my life,

For the rest of my life...