Firestarter.
Our lust crackles
Like a fire in a grate.
Your body lays
Decorated
With my feather kisses.
As
That erogenous tickle
Cannot wait.
And passion doesn't call it hisses.
Your blanket
Of the night
Alight.
Our simmering sonata
A firestarter.
The dust crackles.
As red tongues of devils
Lick the night sky.
Cars burning.
To a capella sigh.
Yearning
For summer rain
To breeze by.
That blanket of this night
Blazes.
Crazes of prodigal stars
Covering London town.
Protests of angry sprites
Flaming down.
Teardrops from the moon
For the homeless and poor,
Dousing the embers of hate.
With dewdrops of a fresh start.
Leaving only love.
A firestarter
In the heart.
poem by Kevin East
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