Insecticide #34

You came into this world of mine,
I thought to make the tears to end,
and although they ended for a spell,
recursive symptoms flared,
bodies exchanged heat and light and life.
in this, I would reverse myself; if time permitted.
but only to engage each other’s thoughts.
“asexual intercourse.”
My mind burns with the hot iron
of your brand.
and my heart, as well.
I cannot swallow or spit
and not have your name touch my lips.

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