Fire And Wine That I Give You

You are so freaking drunk and deluded In fire and wine that I give you You never leave me. Never. Never ever. Drunk and deluded. Yes, drunk and deluded. You or me? You. Or maybe me Maybe we both. We are like Thirty earth and pouring cloud, Exploding volcano and all-consuming tsunami. We crave each other Bite each other Swallow each other Wound each other Complete each other. Yes, my dear sweetness, We love that piercing pain Love that penetrating wound. We love stink of our sweat, Shiver of our quaking body, Gasp of our insane breath Cry of our unfulfilled soul. Make no mistake o love Make no mistake. Time is ticking And cruel death is on way To take one of us Before other. We must not waste a moment. We must not. Every single moment we have We must hurt each other Pain each other Wound each other. We must be wounded within and outside. So that When one of us must go He or she would have that wound To lick on While crossing river of death. © Arun Maji