Comments about Timothy Kelly
Voices kindling, no desire, only a decree.
Impulse, arousal is what you see.
The hearth, my scorching vigil
I view, voyeur, and witness.
Erotica gazing, so splendid, so sordid
Inhale my compulsion, inflame my sensations.
A cry ignites inside the mind
Outbreaks illuminate at night
The sky, my flaming delight.
Torch the bait, then draw crowd
Sin orchestrates its own throng.
A vice, an odor, my intoxicating perfume
Enticingly it smolders, coarsening my larceny.
Flaming alter of destruction and devotion.
My purifying, ...