The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

Slave to Love

I lay here
clothes soaked
in my own tears
my heart
as light
as a feather
I can see now
I have been
by your love…

A loser, for
I have lost
the battle
but still a winner
because I’m even
more closer to you…
an exchange of hearts
between souls
sealing the deal
with not a handshake
but a blood kiss from
one’s lips to the other’s skin

you have become
my all
in such a short time
you are all
that I see, and
think and breathe
You are for me
Give me your love
and I become like
your servant…
your slave even
but no more as I
am a slave to Love

written: February 2, 2011


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