Aug 2016
I spit in your fire
and it hungers my heat,
It boils
and rages
to my sugar beet.
Smothered to a flicker
when you curl
at a flame;
but fires won't light
when I'm whispering your name.
and it hungers my heat,
It boils
and rages
to my sugar beet.
Smothered to a flicker
when you curl
at a flame;
but fires won't light
when I'm whispering your name.
