Framed

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we'll be richer for it,
indifferent,
colourless,  
black demon night rages
revolving the door;
I got it jammed tight, 
caught fast 
never had it like this 
fast racing, 
me,
my pulse
you feel it don't you? 
along a neck line pumping
out I love you's 
rivers blue flowing
underneath 
your touch 
to my hemline
now grasping, 
wanting,
wanton,
wilting into you; 
we'll not die before
we get with the picture, 
my pulse racing with
what you do.

*Framed
A re edit from 2015