Dichotomy of love

Wait a little, my love
If there’s virtue in patience, then why rush

I want to hear your pulse through it
Taste the tension as it builds up slowly

What secrets do you hide, my love
I have split open my ribcage and more

I am from you, but you’re not from me
Does this dichotomy not bother thee

What is there to patience, mi amor
No virtue greater than what tonight unfolds

Form me with you thoughts
Shape me with your tongue

Haste, haste, before my very idea is lost
Without you, I can’t hold on

I am your dichotomy, I am your bane
Like flames on flesh, all virtue I lick away


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