Son of bright fire and daughter of flame
Burning so desperate, dancing insane
Breathing, true as beating heart of a child
Seeing, how those without wings can take flight
Grief or desire have brought you this day
Pleasuring others you think you’ll relay
Burning so deeply your partners and friends
What cannot burn only held in suspense
Memory falling, as candle of wax
Started from under you pour and relax
You fled like mices, afraid of the sun
No one will know, what you’re truly become
If you will meet someone burning pristine
Oxygen ends, and you both die obscene
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© Copyright: Мика Фролов, 2017
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