my black sun
how I swoon
as your shadows embrace me
becoming this phantom veil
obscuring the world to this beast
that hides within
and your touch,
your touch
like a tornado meeting a hurricane
the two caught in a trance
both unsure
of relinquishing power to the other
to begin the decent
into the sweet oblivion
where the twisted world we imagine
comes to life between each breath
that is only our utopia
J
twisted world where we imagine, good one..
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