Loving you fills me with a sour fire
that scalds the back of my tongue
when it comes up my throat in the morning.

I dream of setting loose my passion
until it wraps itself around the necks
of everyone you ever loved

and wrings the sunlight from their veins
in hushed spurts all over my shoes.
You will understand

that rage is the heart
of my feelings for you
and can never be sated.

12/15/2011

Author's Note: But hey, there's always tomorrow. I've been meaning to use that crock pot.

Posted on 12/15/2011
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