Burn
She kissed me.
Kerosene tongue under a charcoal sky,
And what could I do
But burn? But yearn
For more of that
Thistle fire tingle on my lips.
She kissed me.
I could melt glaciers with this.
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Apr 5 2009
i've loved trying to figure out the imagry here - it's so odd, but lovely, but jarring and yes, i just can't figure it out
Apr 5 2009
That's some hot poetry my friend
Apr 9 2009
Beautiful. I love the simplicity of it. I think that's what gives it such power.
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