Saturday, February 11, 2012

Burn


Burn


Lonely among
petals pale as death,
no hand to remove
the frost.   I slip out
of my skin into
another time when
there are no torments,
Adam by my side
an Aztec warrior
ready to flatter me
with a piece of
my enemy’s heart.
When I fall for his charm
no harm comes to me
as his salt melts
on my tongue
and I burn.

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