Words & Eccentricities

Paracetamol Overdose

An angel tonight… I dream of,
the moonshine on his wings.
I… a child in his arms
and him… my shield.
The sunset from his cerise mound, I taste…
and drink of love’s saccharine…
Flesh to flesh we’ll fly…
A little higher than those wishful stars.
A little deeper, and I drown…
In his gaze, I am an ember,
burning out…
or raging fire.
flickering amidst the ashes…
‘neath the cobblestones of ice…
His touch tames me…
breathes me into life…


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