Bonds built; made of silt
Sliding down that slope
Into the stickiness of yoke

Thick, rich, creamy but red
Thin lines open to spread
Exposing the flesh so fresh

Iron filled every nostril’s pore
Losing grasp on reality
Consciousness and so much more

Slipping into a desolate past
Digress into pure ominous’ness
So much to confess & nothing less

A love affair completely undressed
Naked of the soul’s armored vests
Pain pouring through every razor’s crest

Just wishing for the love of life’s zest
TO FEEL & TO RELEASE

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