It speaks to me on moonlight beams
Like darkness it envelopes me in sleep
Though buried deep and cold in the earth
Lust is fresh like a forbidden rose
This love has been murdered one thousand times
Yet rises and falls like a heaving lover's breast
Waiting for the next moment of ecstasy
This love walks the night for all to behold
Then sleeps peacefully in its graveyard bed
All these things need to be written
But are obvious to the eye
Filled with hunger I see
What most refuse to understand
And I sleep well even through the storm
Despite the anger and envy
Knowing this love is safe and waiting
Eternally
Within my mind.
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