“Allow me a Taste of your Blaze” – Short Poem

Your eyes,

Cast from molten marble,

Merged in a skull, of thickened ivory,

Loosened treachery.

Sweet on the skin, does your tongue lick the seeping

Sweat, though it looks to me like blood.

Allow me what cannot be found

Anywhere else,

As the corrosion of vast erosion,

The burning of something too gentle,

Too weak

To speak of your feathery gaze,

Watchful, from a moment's blaze.

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