In flood
This love? A lonely river in spate,
boy.
I run, but Connected distance is
waste.
Broken banks that bind me; crumbling
out.
Decaying away what was grown in
haste.
A
tempest, you devour, then tempt me here
once
more. The mirage of your love - the lie -
is
stagnant now, the tempestuous truth clear.
Traitorous
love, in flood. Buried under sky.
Still
the cadaverous war call of your
heart
to mine beckons, a beacon (a trap),
a
lighthouse drawing me home, boy for more ,
serenading
me, lulling, pulling back
to
you. To then. To us. To love? I see
no
way to escape this. With you
drowns me.
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