There’s a fire within
That can never be tamed-
Put a mark on my skin:
I will not feel ashamed.
Not a game, not to win-
Just a whisper of fate...
Pure red- devil’s grin,
But divine at the gate
Where the storms give you wings,
Where unspoken is said:
Pull the delicate string
And we’ll sing a duet.
Not a fever of spring,
Not a calling of dead...
I am dirty and clean-
Is this one to forget?
Is it all just a Dream?
Bear with my silhouette...
I am breathing with steam,
I am out of my head:
Places I’ve never been
In the frame of my bed-
Dive so deep you can’t swim,
What you give - you can get.
Scribble words on my limbs:
I just wanna be led...
It’s a chord, not a scream
Let it die to be fed.
I am Life- you’re a Stream:
And the curtains are shed.
Desire
© Copyright: Серафима Пронина, 2022
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