Open up your mouth, breathe the night into my home
Let my words be bombs, dropping silently across your heart.
Let this room be our canvas, our Guernica, our warzone
Let your touch be the colour, let our bodies be each other's art.
You will know me by the fact I am on fire for you.
Wednesday, 8 October 2008
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