Love - It's a Fine Line

Rapture calls,
passion sucks you in -
exsanguination
of the heart.
It's a fine line,
bleeding hands holding
the wind in your arms.
Insanity pales
humbled next to love.
Madness comforts,
bitter laughter
stabs deeper.
Dead hearts beating
impaled on love's blade.
Love is a
cherry red hot
bent, barbed wire catheter.
Loving words batter,
madness trumps all
Torn lips pledge to me,
laughter knows my tongue.
Morbid desire,
it's a fine line -
Love!
No - madness?
Maybe they're the same?

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