Patti Masterman


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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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 11, 2010


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