két forint a forró lángos, éljen soká manzárd jános

Boldog, Heves

I have iron in my forearms which makes my blood shine to those who draw it and you have magnetic poles; sterling bars all across your quite covetous treasures.

I have porcelain shards jangling inside of my shoes because this bluntly forceful, traumatic world unsettles me so vastly, I'd burn myself at both ends just to light a fire in you and feel some semblance of warmth.

I want to have this whole but

I have to be more slip of slide instead of teeter of totter, not a teether or a bother, and a lot more of lever and too little of lover.   I cannot pretend forever.

I would hold on too tightly to your bone shoulder blades, cut my fleshy hands, and have deep lacerations   from all love's fractures and all life's faultlines.

And despite all of that,

I have a lighthouse vantage point in constant search for you through thickets of filth and fog and you have house light eyes that yield me when of blackened state and welcome me with your warm glow.  

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