Skin on skin
Bone on bone
Silky and soft,
Smooth and hard.
Deep blue eyes penetrate my soul.
You always told me that
the world would end in fire.
Metal on concrete,
Glass on diamonds.
Hard, sharp, smooth and rough.
It pierces skin, pierces flesh
and bleeds.
I told you, didn't I?
It'll end in ice.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
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