A Slave of Love



A Slave of Love


Love overwhelms,

presses you down,

first is the sensation,

 of a heart sinking

then rising up

or moving sideways,

it is not a material gift,

nor inane whispers,

that stir the tempests,

out of which warmth,

escapes to bathe,

the body with dizziness,

and a cold elixir,

to dole out sobriety



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