I want flame's sure kiss.
No hesitancy from that bright truth.
Bright love.
No thought or fear.
Surging ahead to oblivion
and smokey fate.
Touch me fire.
Let me feel the hand that takes,
and claims.
And with a crackling laugh,
accepts it's own.
I'm home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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