Blend
When in the shadows of the night
we change identities
in cover of what can't be seen
and get confused about as who we really are,
emerging with profundity into each other,
you becoming me and vice versa,
it is difficult to know
if love is real or only madness
as our senses are distorted
by the ultra-rational intensity of our confusion,
spiritualism taking over our perceptions
as we blend much more than just our blood,
all I can say is,
that we never are as much and more alive
than when we leave ourselves behind
to by love's right and miracle become each other.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2008-07-01 at 09:51
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