#poetry-poem

Then at dawn you think ... done things that nobody would do for me and that maybe I did not think to do for someone. Beloved as only the crazy know; without measures but never half. I have ended harmful

I sell you the wounds that you cause for each I love you The blood that flows for love of you when you touch me with a closed fist. The cries that stun me when you believe me to be yours; Take on offer