darkening pink gather my face
legs touching and flaming
perhaps someone is chanting
in my head, there's dancing
i hear, i try
for romance
if i can collapse as a chair
collapses with too much inside
its arms, splintering
as you breathe
the fire sparks washing
this body possessed
roaring strong, threatening
like an angry bitch
deprived of lovemaking
my neck is aflame
cut glass and spearheads
newly chiseled
dive down,
snag and slide.
the red jumps
deeper, higher i burn.
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