Heat
Cigarette ash on the torn page of a Keroac
Told us to “Burn Burn Burn”, so we never looked back.
We fled, our hearts ablaze like the setting sun
No care where it lead us, we were on the run.
An inferno fueled by Hendrix’s “Fire,”
We incinerated doubt upon that pyre.
Blacked lungs serenaded flickering streetlights
While the flames of our passion consumed the nights.
Kerosene hearts ignited by matchstick kisses
We danced to the beat of the fire’s hisses.
Each touch a spark, yielding to lust
With this much euphoria, we’re bound to combust.
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