sharp talk

 stay with me
but don't tell anyone- l
ets be a secret, make love- quiet.
born of lust, secrets die in unveiled places-
turning to illusions for our own recovery to be complete
 don't touch my feet in broken places, they keep me from walking away from things that don't feel good Leave me to the stars while I shatter, blossoming- in twin souls struggle to bond- you, push and pull me back to life- the black is black and the knife is the knife.