In that moment the special type of lunacy grips us. The
type that abandons morality and reason and pours red wine on white carpets or
climbs through broken windows and knocks down doors.
Senseless heart beating love, crushing lips together and
setting the flesh aflame, like broadly beasts in the hard wet jungle rain.
Tearing cloth, there it is the nakedness we seek. The bold lies
fall away and light descends into the darkest of folds.
“I like you like this. Now let me take you apart and put you
together in my dreams and never see another soul.”
And that is what love is, true madness, a great and terrible
insanity that will begin and end us all.
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