My seasons turned a sensational view
Was the coldest of winter when I met you
My darkness is the absence of your light
Your absence of light remains bright
I'll give you mine and you'll give me yours,
We take turns, except in converse
Be sure that yours is intertwined,
While you watch me walk this tight rope, blind
Made with love, warm to the touch,
I consumed your baneful clutch.
My fulminating laughter sweep the street,
Took my breath away, the taste bittersweet.
Still to a chilling place you retreat,
And tread on me before you wipe your feet.
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