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Alex Kowalski Poem
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.
Copyright © Alex Kowalski | Year Posted 2017
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Alex Kowalski Poem
Born a sinner, baptize me in our love
Cleanse my soul with your sweet words
Each kiss a divine taste from above
In your arms I’ll find salvation
That is if I’m worth saving
I’m the antithesis of saintly
But I swear I’m a storm worth braving
Drench me in your holy waters
Show me I can be redeemed
The peace in your embrace
Brings more joy than I had dreamed
Copyright © Alex Kowalski | Year Posted 2017
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