Feb 2020
Incineration of the mind,
Quenching the white coals
Of the overheated fuel.
Gazing into this furnace,
Which radiates more
Than the distant sun.
Inflammation on touch,
Festering blisters crowd
My already damaged hand.
Before contact is made,
The hand will reel away.
Only the foolish dive in,
Because the water
Is not fine.
Quenching the white coals
Of the overheated fuel.
Gazing into this furnace,
Which radiates more
Than the distant sun.
Inflammation on touch,
Festering blisters crowd
My already damaged hand.
Before contact is made,
The hand will reel away.
Only the foolish dive in,
Because the water
Is not fine.
The different ways in which you can express the one you love as an untouchable rose. The ”this” in the first line of the second stanza refers to the furnace as close by, unlike the sun.
