Is it not funny
how the right hemisphere of the brain
controls the left half of the body;
where our hearts reside?
It's as if,
God made sure
that our love
would be connected
to both our creative and emotional
half of our mind,
while also,  
to our most precious
and protected *****.
It seems we
are being constantly reminded
that love is both:
Beautiful+Vulnerable.

Cut me horizontal, cut me vertical
with your lengthy blade
enter me from every angle.

Peel my flesh back
expose my sensitive nerves
and tell me you love me.

Push it in deep
help me feel pleasure
out and in, right to the hilt.

Let the blood pour
dripping slowly from my body
seeping into the sheets
soaking us both.

The feel of the blade
so hard, so sleek
coated warm and sticky.

Your turn to bleed, release it all
liquid mingling, with my own
we cry out, the last drop is wrung
sweating, gasping, bleeding...

*****

He looks up with oceans in his eyes.

***** hair mussed from a drunken sleep.

He cries out, reaches to touch.

I drown in those oceans.

Oxygen gone as he squeezes so tight.

"You're here, you're here!"
"I'm here, always"

But I'm not. I'm gone.

Swept away by oceans, kept away by heat.

Hot, too hot.

I need a drink to cool down.

Sipping salty liquid, its stings. It's wrong.

But I'll sip once more and forget.

Lost in those beautiful, glorious oceans**.

the map's in my jeans,
your hands the zip code

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