A flame is lit
dim but steady in my gut
Burns bright
Like red blood spilt
swells my lit veins
burning hot and sensual
like flames.

A flicker of mirror images.
Not two, but one.
Since the flower’s bloom
Bloomed in me
I’m all fucked up
for touch, for a fire flickering
hot, so hot.

But the din is dimming
and alone, I’m lonely
and who touches me?
who loves me?

Love me, bloom orgasm
like a lit wick catching
a fire from kindling.
Cradle me
red and bloody bleeding.
Strap and scrape and trap me.

Til the clock unwinds
and we lose
let loose time.
Til we lose ourselves
in love.


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