Who was shoveling the coal
stoking this inferno
serving passion blackened
on glass plates
dinner for one you say
yah one
because two would make it too hard
being this close
hands can never touch what’s behind the eyes
why would they want to
grab fire extinguishers,
burnt up memories
lay them to waste in a shallow grave
they’ll just rise rise up
rise up like the phoenix.
The smell of pussy and sweat
and tasting her evil is what draws you
closer to the fire
and you wanted
                                      ........ to fall
to fall from her skies like icarus
into the warmth of an open question
knowing there was no net
audience, or time.
Just a glass of water
to splash on yourself
for you have come to close to love


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