Old Flames
by Dave Morehouse
Posted: 20 November 2013 Word Count: 35 |
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Old Flames
Drawn,
a flickered seduction,
to lick flames
which lick back.
She brands me her own.
We melt.
We trickle
drizzle – contained in a glass hurricane.
A smile exchanged
smolders off to sleep.
Drawn,
a flickered seduction,
to lick flames
which lick back.
She brands me her own.
We melt.
We trickle
drizzle – contained in a glass hurricane.
A smile exchanged
smolders off to sleep.
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