I'll blister upon waking-
For love has burned me blind;
And rake my brain with bitten nails
To wretch you from my mind.
I'll sleep upon an ice-
That mystifies your eyes,
But trust that you'll be shivering too-
Without my warming thighs.
And love will stay forever-
In darkness: deep inside;
Without the tickle of my toes-
Never to metamorphisize.
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