The conversation, heated
Whipping…..
Beating…..
Infuriating, to the point of breaking
release me from your inferno
let me simmer and stew
Just enough to crack
and collapse in upon myself
Becoming a hot hollow mess
Into which all emotions flow
OH! The pleasure in such pain
The aroma of angst
Bringing forth the sweet taste of heaven
On the plates of the tortured few
There is no love greater than this
And no love greater than you
A Chocolate Soufflé
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I would like to translate this poem