There's nothing like the alien feeling
Being invaded by the sightless captor.
And what we do not know.
Unbridled emotion, roiling our insides
like a flume of smoke molten in the oil.
And it never goes out.
And it never stops eating.
And it never stops feeding.
Until the heart stops beating.
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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