I’ve tried to immure my heart

from loving the darkness in you

Your demon tangos with my light

It whispers sweet nothings in my ear

Your reluctance to give me up shames my fortitude

As we sway, the linens of my walls collapse

I fall desperately into your arms

My dignity is stripped away with every turn and twirl

All my thoughts of doubt unravel like loose ribbons

I realize

We are nothing more than an abomination in love.

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