06 February 2015

How Love Feels

Him, he's my sick twisted friend
who can blend pleasure with pain
with insane concentration
a strange sensation did start
he maintains the elation
in the end I can't explain
but I feel him in my veins

feelings lost in translation
took his heart and had a bite
shared the night as if by fate
separated emotions
that's right it's his heart I ate
love I impart come first light
as I quietly depart

Copyright © 2015 Patrick B Vince

Seventh Sonnet

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