#firepoetry

[notlimey]

i dare to kiss fire

i dare to kiss fire

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My pillow is a softer, darker blue The blue of a quickly approaching night Devoid of any stars The permanent marker on my skin is sharper More purple and iridescent Than the gaze he turns on me People describe things as being electric but it wasn’t that No, it was too comfortable. Do you decide to admire? I think not – Although the fault is still mine I dived like a young child into his gaze Eager to be in the water, not caring for the fall Entranced, as if I had discovered Something lovely and sacred and maybe lonely Lonely– what is that? And it was the van Gogh that I stood in front of Too conscious of the rippling stream of his nervousness Emanating out from behind me A thin wave of radio, whistling a rapid concerto I do love violin music. If I were them I would tell him things that were true I burn too bright for anyone Can he see I need someone to smother me With the things I do not have? For instead they speak of quietness, studiousness. They do not scream with every fiber of their being “She cannot!” “She is bound!” Leave her to die. But I can, so I tell you my lovely page With the eyes and the soft disposition – Pull this ragged creature close, so she can share your warmth.

This Ragged Creature 

by me.