Come to me, my love!
Come
to me
As
summer rain
I
am burning barren soil
A
well of sins
Hells
inside me
Come
Pour
Wash
me away
Pure
Come
to me, my love!
Come
to me
As
fragrance
I
am stinking decaying dirt
My
organs are
Rotting
inside me
Come
Spread
Inhale
me to soul
Breathe
me away
Pure
Come
to me, my love!
Come
to me
My
Messiah
My
pen is infertile
It
gives birth
Not
even to a dead poem
I
am buried
Deep
Deep
in dead words
Come
Give
me your hand
Resurrect
me away
Come
to me, my love!
Come
to me
As similes
As
metaphors
Come
Come
to me
As
poetry
As
when I write
Your
name
People
will say
My
best poem is done
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