memories of the tumultuous hedonism


where he gazed, he watched me
and he caught sight of the distance in me which is flame
and here in the fire we are
the hell he burns in, and once I saw the smoke
and could see that his vision was caustic
yet he could singe ablaze
reduce to ashes, where everyone else had said
I’ll love you if…
and he just set a match to it
searing what I really am
we are pyre
and where I was lit up
I was warm

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