Love Is …

House of Heart

The surrender of eye to eye.

A confirmation of being.

The emptiness and ecstasy,

sometimes they feel

the same.

Honeyed lips

devouring with impunity

(are they laced with poison?).

Fever dreams

consuming the night.

Hearts becoming birds

for only they can sing

like this

night music

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