Connection

Whisper in my ear, there is nothing to fear,
tell me of your sorrows, that I may share
with you my own. Concern thyself neither
with probable tomorrows nor that which
is cast in stone; look into my eyes and see
projections of demise; I am the source of
Strife and Enmity. When you meet a friend
consider them an enemy – you honor them
taking for granted not. Touch my skin and feel
pain within; yes, it’s there, one cannot repress
sin. The scent of the rose enslaves you with
Passion, causing you to grasp the stem – never
Let go. Thorns pierce your hand, blood begins
to ooze – bringing your hand to mouth, you
drink; now, having tasted it before, you
wince to your surprise, the flavor hath changed
to something that, more or less, satisfies. Please!
please! Kiss and share with me that which can only
be described as Infinity!