Morrocan firebird
long tail trailing
curly hair held
tight in my Fists
arms and legs wrapped
round like vine leaves
my Knuckles knead
your doughy skin
our eyes Lock and
i see Love : Death
Time doesn’t exist
when i am with you
but death does,
a grinning skull.
Love is transient
Creative Writing and Mental Health 
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