A Flame Poem by Gus Schreiber

A Flame



She teeters
on the edge of a cliff
and smiles at me
as i fill with lust
like all the stars
offering tantalizing light
that i would reach up for
until the flames grasp my hand
and i would wear the burns
as a badge of pride

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