"Odd how easily you can forget your hand is on fire"
It is like insomnia
Creeping silently
Unnoticed
Through crevices
He wore like the sunset
Set on fire.
Fingertips char,
They become black
Like the day burning
Into a dark night
Fathomless like he was.
Pull your hand away
Yet it swells
Like his eyes
Hidden
Under the crimson
Of fiery devastation.
He remained stuck
Where strands
Of hopeless faith
Cradles candles burning
On rusted horizons.
He is nothing
Except a wasted pronoun
Fitting no where
But within the blank spaces
Of dishevelled poetry.
His eyes were fire
The more you look,
The more you burn.
His heart was ice
Freezing with every breath
You breathe on his brown chest.
How odd it is
To forget your burning soul
Ruby Rose
Ruby Rose Of redemption striking vulnerable Burbles closer to death than Carnivorous flowers in the rose garden. Ruby Rose Of nostalgia creeping Beneath pillows on the Bed with thorns. Ruby Rose With big eyes like the Night Kissing Day breaks on the lips, Tight breasts within the familiar red Of the torn blouse Peeking from over The taupe waist. Ruby Rose And the silver nose ring tinkling With every nod; The colour of her lips stuck All over my crumbs. Ruby Rose Tearing me apart In her apartment, Stroking, Screeching, Heaving, Her hair all over her Husband's bedsheet. Ruby Rose, Her loins standing naked- Legs spread out, Her nails digging deeper Scattering like marshmallows In hot chocolate. Ruby Rose Telling tongue tales, Flesh for flesh; Her bodice pressing hard Under the round of my back, Like the air and the dust Filling my nostrils, Soaking me in. Ruby Rose Of flaming womanhood Lining her brown nipples; Putting on, Bit by bit- Th...
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