Suddenly you are not known -
a variable in an inequality
which needs to be found
to be true.
Little meaning now for 'I luv you'.
Senses stretched to synapse collapse
It's a love relapse.
My sense inside of me myself
holds hands with me outside
to circumnavigate the difference
of myself alone, with I.
I've a selfhood that sucks -
that draws upon male blood & lust
- vampirish passion to grow.
Not witchery nor black art flair
Who needs dare?
The magic's here.
I may be dissatisfied
but by any god!
I'm glad I'm alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem