April 3, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS – XXXV

By EPRobles

fire dance that tipsy –
prance
and heat adore
that wick of lore
the human bre — athe
           what you burn
one to live
    as one to live
and if my sign be air

would you consume
     =====>       all me
that to dance
           upon your wick
should i be — hot as you?

this i wish to be — not flesh
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but that fire of you

:: 04-03-2014 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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