At the touch of you,
the sun rose red
and poured 
into my blood;
as the world around me 
spins and rouses me 
from oblivion. 

Perhaps
the muted voice of subconscious
smiled,
hushed once by the court
of fear.

You are ardor
that beckons me 
to ride the tumultuous waves.

I wander alone 
knowing anguish followed 
and listened to the sound 
of footsteps in the dead of night.

Its eyes glide
upon my fiery form 
longing to stroke my limbs,
to torture me 
and fill my senses with heady scent. 

Then break me,
come pierce my soul
and stab my heart 
sweep me up into the dark 
and find I am governed by 
the moon and stars.
Come, tell me 
if you can put out the light. 

 

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