Giver:
I gave with reason; to live this soul, as loud as silence.
Receiver:
The giver gives not for love, but rather intoxication, spinning for miracles.
Giver:
I gave in lust, a climax shy, to love sheer death.
Receiver:
Ever for there, to feel for falls, to bathe this life; and statues speak of
praise.
Giver:
I gave and perished and felt and died, where God frowned.
Receiver:
I, too, for giving; the warmth to receive; where life was given through
receiving.
Giver:
I charter no thank yous; and relish this hell; to give but love’s virginity.
Receiver:
If not for I, the stars would perish, searching for a waterfall. So thanks be
hidden!
Giver:
It’s rare such hate; to receive the first wave; as evil as jilted. It’s I, this
position!
Receiver:
I’m lost for morals; to live in moments; where joy was captured.
Giver:
Oh for the breath; as jaded as murder; to feign for but pleasures.
Receiver:
I offered sincerely, in moments this breath, and unabashedly.
Giver:
It was more for hell, a moment’s miracle, to promise but death.
Receiver:
I promised that that was given; when a sentence fell our door bell, ringing
hell.
Giver:
There was promise with touch to take that that was sacrificed: our souls!
Receiver:
What for giving; if not to receive?
Giver:
There was for souls, to picture perfectly, where essence was given, and essence
was lost.
Receiver:
The future is not for giving; and love is not for expected. We spoke in
different lights.
Giver:
I can’t for escape, a first entrance; where hell followed a nightingale’s
breath.
Receiver:
What for nature, a fatal guilt?
Giver:
I want for justice, to receive the sanctity of that given.
Receiver:
I have loved a moment, where more is injustice.
Giver:
We have frozen beauty, and shattered her warmth. How for breath!
Receiver:
I meant for pleasure, where pleasure is capital, even for life’s beating heart.
Giver:
I live to redeem the irrevocable.
Receiver:
We live in unison!
