Thermals

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Love buries itself like tree roots in our hearts
Entwined like fingers gripping tight
Sunken into our flesh, nails in meat
It is a vise, a pleasant sort of hurt
Let yourself feel the burn and relish in it
You linger in its evisceration
And the warm basking glow of its light
Red hot like a neon sign in Vegas
Some sultry finger beckoning
But what happens when the tree roots are uprooted?
When some unkind hand cups the soil and rips
Heart from heart, naked roots dangling white in the sun
Blistering pain that shoots through you
You've held on for so long you forgot the loneliness
The callouses have been worn away a long time ago
It's a pain far worse than the pleasant ache
The tree roots are now claws
Raking through your heart like a feral lioness
Where a smile burns and a hand scorches

After all, the deeper the love the deeper the wound.

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