My love has no edges
it is like a great ripe fruit,
both, sustaining and life giving
Your love is a sword
its' hilt as a cross
both, protective but life taking.
As it cuts me in half
sucking the juice I provide
in willing sacrifice to sustain you
Copyright ©2007 John Thomas Tansey
John Tansey
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