MichaelAndrew Doyle - Flowers and Fruit

the lip splits from the
kiss and the thick
fist sings. The bruise
blooms like Flowers
or Fruit and a blood
spot swells and drips
to your chin and your
thin flanks, rank with
bites is a map of the
plan between man and
man. Each burning bite
seals tight the bond
of pain in both our chests.
If I make you scream
my name in pain then
I am yours and you
are mine, bound and bonded
to the end of time.

MichaelAndrew Doyle

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