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The desire to

connect

outweighs all others,
and calls to me in the
darkness.

Moist breath in my ear,

it slides inside me
and explodes in my heart.

Red blood slams through swollen veins
as I rise
above
her.

Invincible.

Together
we
burn,
as the night
folds around us.

And when death comes,

I will be
complete.

© Stephen Kintzley 2012

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We found this one on http://www.thepoetryforum.co.uk, and Stephen has kidly allowed us to feature this breathtaking and dark piece of work on the site. A great example of how some of the darkest times can produce a beauty both majestic and macabre.

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