the unveiled soul~with the beautiful Sky_dancer

      
We're setting fires in souls, that's what we poets do
Arsonists with flammable words, burning bridges, igniting worlds.
From our catastrophic pen
we bring forth universes of all our love and pain
We're never quite the same.

the heart of a poet is in their artistry
we burn with the need to touch each other
interlaced words infused with emotion
we fall hard for one another

a subtle verse caressing us in the aether
we feel each other so intimately
I've hurt hearts and been broken by words

tongue of fire licking your darkness
enflaming you...yes I know...I feel you too
that's what we do to each other

my tongue sometimes a switchblade
a warrior I come out slicing and dicing
with an intensity that scares even me
we feel things so fiercely here in the underground

pagans ritualistic in rites to the dead gods of poetry
anything for a killer line
we ache to connect with you deeply

come one and all you are cordially invited to spill your guts
a den for the semi-neurotic sometimes psychotic
we welcome both your light and your dark art
we promise not to burn you at the stake for it
though we can't promise not to break your hearts lovely one

this is the nature of the unveiling of one's soul
it was made for the burning, yearning turmoil of it all