Fire-Eaters Fire-Breathers

~ meek is not weak~

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Drench each day in passion, I say

meet each day

arms aflame.

Burn!

burn beyond burn

blaze and blister –

what have we to lose?

Borrowed skins, all.

Ashes to ashes…

Choose.

Choose never to surrender

Be a blue flame

perhaps a red flame

today a soft one,

tomorrow a flaming spear

aimed with resolve —

believe.

Tonight an expectant ember like a

gentle lover’s eyes,

wet pelts in the rain

waiting for an

ignescent kiss.

Nothing is sadder

than spent smoke…

Burn, I say —

breathe tongues of fire

for women locked inside

silent screams

doused in betrayal

and eaten by acid