Black gangrenous tissue spreads quickly up my to chest. My heart stops the disease, but only momentarily. Noticing the rotting flesh, the flock moves in. But silent pain. Neither love, friendship, or a stranger's sympathy can quench The blinding pain.
Fire is the only way.
The eternal flame that quenches one pain with another. The Kiss Adding udder absolution to the night, A silent kiss pierces the blackness. Logic here, neither before nor now. Tiny eddies ripple and sail along the rose- river of liquid love that is my heart. A thief you could never be, for giving my heart to you was the truest act in the play that is my life.