for you I starve
until a pit is carved in my deepest being
the core of my inner person
the space which yearns to taste and see
like forbidden fruit hanging from the tree of life
is your heart
fashioned from mortar and stone
impervious to yearning and wants
yet still I wait, until we rise
from this mire and confusion to new heights of a unified self
until then, like Romeo and his Juliet
we form this blessed tragedy
steeped in sweet ruin and perilous bliss
waiting to be acquainted with a damned tomorrow
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