Spark’s ignition, rage of fire
Entice his mind with burning desire
Match heads grind
Sulfur lined
Burst the flames which never tire
The target chosen, his mind set
Over perfection, he loves to fret
Explosives wired
Something admired
He has built another bud, timer set
These are his fire flowers
Blooming once, burning for hours
Click bang
Laughter sang
He loves to burn this world of ours
But then all the water comes
Extinguishing his flaming drums
Smooth soft flesh
Now crispy mesh
He thinks of another flower, twirling his thumbs
He is the anarchist
Filled with twisted desire
He is the arsonist
Come on baby light his fire
Your Touch Is Like …
… Fire and Ice Combined
Or Feeling Raindrops, for First Time
Or Like, Swaying, Tropic-Jungle-Vines
Blown Gently In The Breeze, Entwined
Or Like, Ivy … Upon A Trellis-Climb
Or Like, Sunflowers, Reaching Sunshine
Or Like, Geniuses, Meeting Of Minds
Or Shakespeare, Tennyson, and Poe, Rhymes
Your Touch Is Like, A Discovery Of Mine
Like Piano-Keys, That Only I, Should Find
Tho’ Only God’s Touch Is Divine
Your Touch, Is Quite Sublime …
Your Touch Is Like, An Invisible-Bind
Your Touch Is, So Alive and Genuine
Like … An Electric-Livewire-Line
Or Like … Seeing A Shooting-Star- Sign
Like … Its Fire and Ice Combined …
… Fingers Trail, Like The Blaze Of A Comet
Behold … The Iceman Cometh
Oh, Your Touch Is Like A Mountain-Summit
I Wish, That I Could Superglue-It
… I Like, That Your Touch Is Like … A Duet
And I Like, That You Sure Knew-It…