Memories of Fire
brush strokes
paint my skin fire
paint it amber light, slow
as your fingertips
-soft as hummingbird whispers
gently trace the lines of my body
fire ...
beneath my flesh
feeding on the sighs I enhale-
turmulous inside my ribcage,
boiling inside my belly
-mimicking the burn of your eyes
as you gaze on bare beauty, my flesh
the night is long
yet; not quite enough-
never enough for all the stars to burn out
never enough for all our passion to dance free
so I will dwell in the harsh daylight
thriving on the memories
of fire





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