The Ashes of Desire
Your contributions are pennies in the well-
All your efforts, yet no ripple can be seen at all.
If you want a memory to hold,
Then come and make one with me now.
Dance me beneath a sky of fire;
Lay me down on the ashes of desire.
Wind your fingers in my tangled hair,
Lest this passion quickly be aborted.
Make your move with force; make it fast.
Copyright © Greta Kitts | Year Posted 2015
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