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Unfolding Bliss



I want to cry
like a child with nightmares
in the darkest regions of your soul

I want to feel my life
vulnerable in your teeth

In my daydreams
your worst is my
starburst exploding rainbows

I shake

Your heroin
is my heroine

I am a stung
sprung
dollar beggin street bum
comfortably numb
from your taste
on my lips and tongue

I don't want to go to rehab

but I will
so I can renaissance
a man again
grow up into you
skilled professional
paying bills 

withdrawal symptoms
keep me limping
but I'm coming round

Getting up from
getting up 
getting out
and getting some
your heart beat
my bass drum
rhythmically
I walk the line
chivalrously 
gratefully
becoming something
someone
you can thrive with
ride until you die with
Eye recognize Bliss
wake me up with your kiss.

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