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You could never love me enough
I want you to drown in it,
revel in it,
as your head goes under the waves
I want it to burn in your gut,
to flame through your eyes, and your fingers,
your skin reflecting the glow of a thousand embers
as you reach for me
You could never love me enough,
there is no such thing
Now that, was a damned powerful piece! That second stanza had me struggling for breath.
that. is. AWESOME! thank you very much….innn….ooouuutttt…. 🙂
It is very powerful. I agree. It verges on obsession. What lengths will the speaker take to get that love? Poetry is so often like an abstract painting – open to so many interpretations. Gotta love that!
I often think about the delineation between a healthy level of obsession and a Glenn Close-Rabbit killing level of obsession; can you have love, respect and obsession or do you lose that last in the comfort of time?