Burning, passionate love: the heartless flame makes perfect beauty from cold wax. |
perfect by design where a peach may be either sweet or rancid she is unassailable what say you,of the flame? tender light falls on me I shiver with warmth before this unknown and not considered but now, I will nevermore be the same swaying, dancing restless orange flicker smiling and laughing then leaning away as if our time had never been pale wax glowing white molten sacrifice sustaining her with the essence of life consumed for a ransom of abandoned dreams my hand pushes into you you lick my shaking fingers, until I catch fire and burn wanting nothing more nothing more in this entire world than to burn (for you) sweet inferno dear, exquisite pain seared flesh, charred bones hot white fluid, pulled hard into her flaming wick a love to die for that...won't return the simmering night shows through a window darkened forever by smoke a warm, restless light randomly falls upon my charred remains one wretched day the distant glow turns so cold my mind tries to find the torrid nights but my body shudders as if cold wax ran through my veins |