Burn BCR

Nice. ..fire blazing...
Black ebony tracings upon
Love's burning face...
Locks of greedy
Orange...crimson....amber....gold.
Every hideous shade of  red.

burn ...burn ...burn...
My Tarot face. ..
My livid swollen breast...
My heart still warm with your
fire.
The gold  not yet died to embers....
Burn...my wounds....
I can taste desire
- Disappear.

Let them roast....my lonely longings my lovely yearnings

I choose
fire 
my passions
Sire
I shall watch
The ascent
Of each spiraling
Tyre
In smoking satisfaction.

I choose 
you
slow lacerations
Scorch...roast....melt 
with
Rivers of scalding steam...

Eat devour my designing heart
Blister and burn my ruthless tongue
Bite to morsels
my wicked choosy mind
O you crooked tongues of
Flames
Lick me up in your loving locks
Blowtorch my interiors, barbecue
my intense desires,
Dessicate.

Burn ....burn...burn. ..
I want this pyre of singular treachery
outshine Guy Fawkes high treason...
Betray me to myself.

I  want my soul rendered
To fine chaff
ashes of  chiffon roses
Unrecognizable irretrievable
To myself.

Burn ....burn...burn....
In
Vivify my pain.....
Love's virgin lily blush
Shame your shadow

Burn...burn....burn...
And send up heady incense
Such  that
I could burn seven,
No, seventy times  seven...
To feel you once again.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014