You are a dream to me
My skin at times I feel so weak
Like any rubied barb from natures many wildly growing plants
Could cut me deep
Then I bleed
My heart
Still trapped inside my chest
My heartbeat loses its rhythm
Like every wasted palpitation could never make you dance
A heart attack
Then I die
My love
My love saves me now from darkness
Like any destructive demon has angels fighting against
These unseen hands
Guide me home
To you
To you the skin I give
What you've become to me alone
Like a reason to feel pleasure in a world completely numb
Sweet joyous dream
Hopeful home
My peace
Written in invented meter. Thought in action.
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Each third line a simile, each first line playing of the end of the last stanza