the red liquid
you know that the red liquid touches my lips;
you know every drop i swallow completes me.
you know that i feel it and smell it on my fingertips,
you know that the fragrance empowers me.
you know that the blood comes to my red eyes,
you know that the drunkenness comes to my dead voice,
you come every night sipping a glass of it,
you come every night again to color me with it.
you know that the passion stays with me,
you know that it makes me survive,
you know that you will smile with me,
and with every drop, my love will revive.
you know that it carries me away,
you know that it makes me happy,
you drink it still and ask me with it, i do away
-just because it does not suit your society?
and you think that i will agree?
do anything to make you happy?
no, i won't that liquid is red as my blood
and you must know , i won't stop, my husband!
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