No song I could sing
No whispers in your ear
Could ever
Amount to the volume
Of language I want
To dance for you.
In me
You lit a fire
That burned through
The stagnate black
And sparked my desire.
I am pyre,
Burning,
An effigy
Charring
In cheers’
to love
and loving.
I am ***** ash
And floating
No more devoting
Naked flame to
This blaze
That burned
For you.
Through
Hands...
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 6:21 PM UTC
No song I could sing
No whispers in your ear
Could ever
Amount to the volume
Of language I want
To dance for you.
In me
You lit a fire
That burned through
The stagnate black
And sparked my desire.
I am pyre,
Burning,
An effigy
Charring
In cheers’
to love
and loving.
I am ***** ash
And floating
No more devoting
Naked flame to
This blaze
That burned
For you.
Through
Hands...