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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