Love Is A Many Splendored Thing
The first night I was with a particular someone I remember they,
in apparent delirium or ecstasy
told me they'd give their life for me if need be.
Spare me, I told them
but they didn't so I moved on.
Another time someone particular asked me to make love to them before I could ask,
told me that they loved me before I could tell them,
left me before I could ever think of such a thing.
People have screamed they love me and hit me respectively
and visa versa.
I tried my best to protect myself,
covering my face and ears with my hands
and my blood.
One night I spent talking and fucking,
smoking cigarettes and enjoying
the scratching, the biting and the screams of ecstasy.
In the morning it was espresso and croissants.
And a cable car alone in the fog.
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