Waves of flame course through my veins,
heralding a coming storm,
challenging me to perform
restraint to tame my lustful ways.
Oh, that the burn'd give way to thunder
and the deluge pouring down,
filling us from Cup to Crown
with baited breath and ache and wonder.
Every nerve cries out, awake -
the roaring blaze that dwarfs us both,
tempting me to break my oaths
and Know the ire that liberates -
Lick away the blood and beauty,
sizzle up my salty tears...
tell me what I'm doing here,
lie me down for Death and Duty.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 8:25 PM UTC
Waves of flame course through my veins,
heralding a coming storm,
challenging me to perform
restraint to tame my lustful ways.
Oh, that the burn'd give way to thunder
and the deluge pouring down,
filling us from Cup to Crown
with baited breath and ache and wonder.
Every nerve cries out, awake -
the roaring blaze that dwarfs us both,
tempting me to break my oaths
and Know the ire that liberates -
Lick away the blood and beauty,
sizzle up my salty tears...
tell me what I'm doing here,
lie me down for Death and Duty.
*** and Dharma.
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