Pyromania - Poem by Patti Masterman
In calculated syllables of uttered exclamations,
Our conjugal baptisms are rife with strange gyrations-
How little we care to confabulate mercurial
Explanations for the desperate conflagrations.
Measured complacency confuses the words,
Mid watery couplings of breath tangled births-
Imagining chance could bear to frame
Or show proclivity for hungry flames.
Test the mettle of my speech,
As the lovemaking twists to turn;
Spare moments of the rare occasion
When I pray just to burn.
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