This strange tenderness

What is this strange tenderness
is it love or is it death?
That makes me want to take you in my arms and spell away the pain
With psychotropic flowers of sex
And narcotic kisses
With psychedelic blue butterflies
And opalescent green suckling hummingbirds

You can be my eyes and song
I can be your speech and touch

Is it love or death?
I’ve seen so much of both I can no longer tell the difference

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  • Spiritual Virgin Tuesday, 17 April 2012

    Psychotropic flowers of sex, in my case psychotro...

    Psychotropic flowers of sex,in my case psychotropics always meant and always were poisonous butterflies in pill bottles from the great wizard in the white coat

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