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With the last drop of my bleeding heart I raise the white flag

I say, I will fight no longer

For this fight cannot be won

I turn my eyes to heaven, grasping at the place where a full heart once lived

And say, you can have this back!

I don’t want it anymore!

I don’t think it worked right from the beginning!

Then as if my words had the force of the wind

The smoke and haze of this battlefield of the heart clear

And I see a sea of white flags

Each war torn and dirty with time

Then I don’t feel so alone in my sadness

And before I have time to resist

I am charging into battle once more

Fueled with a new resolve of hope

For this time I might win this never ending battle

But knowing that the white flag

Is never further than my next mistake 

The ice pick she hands me

She pulls it from her looks and words

And gives it to me freely and without asking if I need it

So like a man dying for water I take it

Its feeling shoots spikes of hope to the frozen wasteland that is my heart

It is new and sharp and feels better than sunlight

In my hesitation I almost give it back

Thinking this is not for me

This gift is too much

And cannot be for real

Then she opens her heart

And like a dream of childhood

I see love

I see hope

But before it all becomes clear

I have to blink and when I open my eyes all I see is the pick

Like an imprisoned man with a way out

I start my work

First is the doubt layer

And she has all but taken care of that for me with her words

Next is the fear

And my tears of joy and hope loosen that layer

And it falls away

At this point, I am like an addict; I can see my next fix

Slamming away at my icy heart with all loves force

With the sound of each stick getting me more and more high on love

But then

The pick starts to fade like a dream when you first wake up

Until all that is left is soreness from all the work

And I am left with only holes

Through the ice shield that was there to keep me safe

From this kind of pain

When the ice refreezes, it is much harder than before

And almost impregnable

From the next attack   

 I enter the asphalt ocean

Illuminated by captured electronics fireflies frozen in glass

I find my thirst ever growing for the elixir of liberation form apprehension

So I enter a doorway marked by glass rope buzzing with color  

The room is filled with a thousand words spoken by the lips of strangers

The ambient light concealing lascivious lips locked in carnal desire

I approach a wall of colorful radiant bottles; a raven hared angel tending to their distribution

I then tack in the elixir and with each glass I set down the room becomes more alluring

My attention turns to the faces that are now strangely unclouded and inviting

I am magnetically drawn to smile I see gleaming through the room of moving shadows

Her lips the color of the blood she sends racing through my veins

Our eyes meet and time stops, for a fraction of a second we are alone in the gaze of attraction

I set down the vessel of my liberation and approach her with a mind as clear as my intentions

The curves of her body entangled in the rhythm of the music, only strengthens my resolve

Then as if our bodies were connected by invisible strings we move as one

No words are spoken, we speak the language of our bodies

Song after song passes in what seems like seconds until we are only people left

Our lips having yet to speak a word to the other meet in the very definition of passion

In that moment I am truly free