Final withdrawal into the flame,
it’s all the same insane stage.
The primal motive drive down
get found out by your inner sage.
Turn the page I’m afraid
to be mundane I’m entertained
by simple things I change
when anxious and enraged.
Mix the river with toxic fluid
I’ll gravitate away famished
nothing to it I am a druid
looking outside diminished.
I need release I am weak.
Only human I remember
all the curves and whirlwind
of sin I wish again in burning embers.
The touch the sweat
is a threat to my calmness stable
I am and feelings I have
yes I am able.
To remember the heat
lips of airing whims
back and forth of course
my eyes consumed by a grin.
The eyes have it they rupture
the bubble mine I need fire.
I am true to myself my Lord
forgive all my desire.
The trampoline sends up
enough is enough of child stuff,
I have blood pumping in veins
and this isolation is tough.
Release the fire I want a kiss
from a rose thorny and burns
the world as I turn and learn
what burns is love itself to an urn.
Life is but a brief spell
from beginning until our final hell.
What will it be I see a sea of breeze
from the wind alone I sit in a spell.
RMC 