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Of Spark on my Flame

Tempest drawn..down to fires
on black wings
 of mad-love ire.
I am a'vowed  to kismet' sire.
Burn is clear,  
intention'd grant
deep are blushin' flames of chance.
 
Ash sweet sting, you've worn in;  
illicit ply,  
effortless blend.
I burn, a wick  
ensconced in heat
when singe of you meets on me.

Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2015
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