Kindling in my heart keeps the blood
boiling through the highways of my body,
flooding l'amor against my suit's pores.
Life support; i'm struggling to find
the light and there you were
awkwardly crutching my hopes.
Our candlelight awakens every dim and
dismal nook to breathe in the commitment.
Many suns are born inside my core
with heat that melts God's armor.
It's cold and lonely without the kindling.
A contest entry
- Just Let Go by Gay-Militant.
2200 points, ended January 23, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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wow! that was much more powerful than i thought it was going to be at first. But the way you twisted the imagery was intoxicating. it was so wonderful and hard to flow....but in a good way. it really added to the almost insane heartache of the poem. intoxicating.
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