I.
I held a match
To my hands today.
Matrimony made
Between man and flame;
Incensed skin and molten ash
Show hot displays of
Love ablaze.
II.
Oh bright, blushing,
burning bride;
I walk wounded
For all my days.
Chard hands bare
Witness to
Love of flames.
III.
Oh spreading fire
And torrid pain and
Oceans of passions
In engulfing flames.
A charcoal soul and
Black burnt skin shows
Love's touch, again.
IV.
A monument
To fiery lips
For each hot kiss
Scars my visage with
Inflammatory bliss
In pain your name,
Melted to my lips
Can love, be not, but this?
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 2:38 PM UTC
I.
I held a match
To my hands today.
Matrimony made
Between man and flame;
Incensed skin and molten ash
Show hot displays of
Love ablaze.
II.
Oh bright, blushing,
burning bride;
I walk wounded
For all my days.
Chard hands bare
Witness to
Love of flames.
III.
Oh spreading fire
And torrid pain and
Oceans of passions
In engulfing flames.
A charcoal soul and
Black burnt skin shows
Love's touch, again.
IV.
A monument
To fiery lips
For each hot kiss
Scars my visage with
Inflammatory bliss
In pain your name,
Melted to my lips
Can love, be not, but this?
I realize the title is somewhat pretentious, but it was all I could come up with...