Carne Sangre

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    Carne Sangre
    The black on my claws
    Colors its kiss
    Matching the words you spread
    Contrasting urge felt
    Each layer greedy
    And you I yearn for
    Bloated under juices
    And my heartbeat pounds
    Eyes sheen madness
    Tunnel dense in oblivions
    You say elusive and I pounce
    Tame purr... and I hiss
    Into your night, crave my bite!
    (c) 2008 v.j.m.a.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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