sparkling diamond youth
throwing snowflakes
at heartfires
I only laughed once
and trembled in shock
as the last infant tears
rolled down flushed cheeks
I always dreamed
of something violent in its intensity
profane, profound, humble
sacrilege of exquisite sincerity
and I wanted it all
I needed to taste the passion
of the blood that wrote the history books
and the tears of life and lies and time
perhaps it was only a dream
when I was seduced by tonic and toxin
but there is no virtue purer
and no higher order
than lust, and hunger, and desire
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