of fire
Scorching me as you drift.
You cover my body:
A baptism of love,
An inevitable pain.
As I step deeper into your waters
And drown in this love,
Let the last feeling I know
Be the burn on my lips
The current, be your passion
That drags me under.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Briarcliff, New York.
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