reindeerblood

untitled

might
Spirits Shiver,
when
Body's Quiver,
if
Souls Merge,
while
Passions Splurge,
and
Delights Surge

can we
Thusly Purge,
this
Deathly Scourge,

will
Souls Collide,
if
Bodys Glide,
in
Lustful Stride,

or
Might they Dance,
no mere
Happenstance,
a chance
To Twine,
a
Love Divine

but
It Stays Asunder,
in this
Frame the Same,
(game after game)
that
Soul doth Mold,
and
Spoil grown Old,

when
Passions Plunder,
brings
Another yet Another,
and
Mind's Eyes,
Failing to Remember,
what
Brought this Together,
in
Flesh Forever

the
Soul Alone,
if
Born That Way,
to
Die the Same,

On and On and On,
Again