Arsonist
His voice -a hissing warmth in the atmosphere
A violent warmth searing with a covert scheme
His eyes -thick and black like oil, combustible
Piercing with stern vigilance, probing with scrutiny
Slithering the night with a slanderous ploy
Engage ignition, friction, spark! Spark!
Pyromaniac birth of fire. Fire! Fire!
His eyes smoldered a greater flame
The repulsed intensity is unfathomable.
Lashing out on a burning rampage,
His hormones swelter and burst.
He watched the fire devour the vacant night
The towering flames looming over
Gleaming embers suspended in the air
A siren of emergency, wails of pain
Slyly in profound surreptitious voyeurism
He watched, absorbed by the remedy
The scorching beauty, the power
His impotence, his itch for aggression
Helios dragging his chariot in the night sky
Inviting him with sleek sinful blarney.
Hades invoking his immortal profound wrath
Frenzying an austere sadomasochist.
poem by Norman Santos
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