It seems im losing you,
loose ends,
threads of affection that reach out
into nowhere,
standing in the winter sun,
i shiver n look out towards
clouds pregnant
with snow,
Deliverance is coming,
it looks like blue rivers
the veins of my wrist popping out,
n i trace them with the razors edge of love,
N i sacrifice my heart,
i rip it out and place it on the alter for you,
having no further need of it,
watching coldly from the disconnect,
waiting for the purification
of loves eternal fire......................
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Nice work! Enjoy mine and smile! Questions for Buddha They say Beauty is empty. But, is empty beauty? A moment implies eternity. How long would eternity bring ecstasy? They say desire is empty. But, is empty happy? Desire implies momentary ecstasy. So, just enjoy love’s passionate eternity. by Gordon Tseng