Treasure Island

Zak Pearce


Red Is Blood


Red is blood, sweet Aphrodite.
And weak is the flesh that it feeds
For this I beg of thee: unsmite me!
Passion is red; and so is the heart that it bleeds.
White is purity, bold Eros!
And grey is the fog of my passionate head
This is the battle; she is my loss!
White is verity; and so is the corpse that is dead.

Yet what is the love that cannot die?
What is the love that bears to lie?
It is the love that loves unanswered
It is the love that asks not why
The love that burns, loved unsaid.
It’s the love I love; unrequited.

Submitted: Sunday, January 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014

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