Black and White
Black and
white flames--
each thrust
adds to
the blaze--
My hands
roar through
the scorch
like winds
of rage--
The keys
wage war
on the
stage while
my heart
pounds to
the pulse
of the
notes on
the page--
I'm lost,
in rush,
in lust,
of this
burnt love--
March 7, 2016
~Photo #1
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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