You look at me while we kiss
And make love
Twisted in exchange
Of pulping veins
Surprised with sighs
Cold snake eyes
And scorpion tail
Bent high
Offering love
I am reminded
Of risks I have taken
Willingly
Knowingly
Predestined in a recognition
Of offered magic of three
In the name of the
Ghost, Holy Snake and a Spirit
New found religion
Lost under the red star
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