Wednesday, 28 March 2012


Between the aisles, her shadow falters
Hands reach out, encircling tin
'Whiskas Supermeat' in her pocket!
Trips outside, her faces thin.
I feel it stammer
I feel it throb,
Between us.
Can you feel it?
Your pulse
You want me
Because you do
I want you
Because I need
Let's do it
Strike a light
Flare so bright
Kindling kiss
So bright is this
Smoky curl
Fiery whirl
Dancing flame
I'm to blame
House is burning
My mind is turning
Siren wail
Time to turn tail
Eyes of glass, breath so fast
The fire lit
The die is cast
A yearning passes
A world of ashes.

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