Love, isn’t it?

All deadly things possess cruel beauty.

For soul, a hungry fire, consuming duty-

for eyes, charcoal, and diamonds,

for voice, a guttural growl, then silence.

For skin, a hot summer night’n bright stars.

Lightheaded music oozing from cheap bars…

All deadly things possess magnetic pull.

You bite trouble, poison just a mouthful,

better you nibble, or lick… Kiss! Try’n inhale.

Immune to that rush? Don’t worry, you’ll fail.

Tingling in your fingers, a nervous tic,

Lips on lips, teeth meeting with a click…

All deadly things make you sincere…

So greedy, so wolfish, so ready to disappear.

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Pic: Love is the Beast, by ROMANS