Tourniquet

Let your arms wrapped around me squeeze as a tourniquet to stop the ever flowing bleeding of my heart

Time means nothing to me

I can feel you coming

I miss someone I’ve never even met

The love in my heart

is a blacksmith’s flame

transmutative passions

to sublimate the profane

such is the mystery

of Hephaestus being wed

to the great goddess of love

Aphrodite


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