Flaming Kiss
He walks gently on bloody pavement;
Eyes gazing upon crimson walls~
His hands that wrinkled in snow
are silhouettes of death~
of a lonesome twig;
He moves like wind
reaching out
to hold
her.
She
kisses
his course hand
and frozen lips~
breathing tiny flames
reviving his mid rift
turning ice into embers;
As she embraces him tightly~
he begins to melt in her bosom.
01.05.2021
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JC Brul | Year Posted 2021
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