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BURN AND BRUISE

By Lois Barnett

Hearing your voice

instantly sends me into a daze.

Your chaos fuels my

attraction causing

you to fall into my bed.

February’s fraught with tension

and July’s ruby mood.


Harrowing scenes are your forte.

Yet, I keep returning to you.


Skilled in shattering hearts.

Torture my soul and tear it

apart. Oh, how you would

do anything for art. Your

creations based on the

long of lovers fractured

from the moment you depart.


Many men have fallen but

I remain to listen to your call.


My body is your canvas

and I your tragic muse.

What colours will you use?

Hellish reds or more sorrowful

blacks and blues.

How I burn and bruise for

you.


 
 

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