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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Showing posts with label love and destruction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love and destruction. Show all posts

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Burn

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All around us the world is burning
I see our reflection in the flames
You bend to kiss the back of my neck
I melt from the warmth of your kiss

The warmth of your kiss brings life back
Burning with passion I rise
from the flames, like a Phoenix
My neck throbs with new blood

With new blood I feed the seed
that brings life back from the ashes
Passion rises as a new sapling stretches
as a Phoenix takes flight

A Phoenix takes flight from the flames
Feeding from the seed of destruction
The ashes lie scattered around our feet
Stretching for miles and miles all around

All around us the world is burning
I see our reflection in the flames
You bend to kiss the back of my neck
We burn on and on.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Kerry Says: Is Love a Tender Thing?