Sweeter notes that can call
Sweeter hands that vapidly fall
Sweeter tones that I can only hear
Sweeter Visions that marry with my fear
Wish that maybes did not last
As long as the wishes do
Dreams burn wicked and hurt for they are fast
Truth is wary and afraid and too new
Years have been wasted in me
For I have gone too long unwashed
Too long unwished
Too long untouched
Too long that I have found this manic moment
I have treasured turmoil
I have called calamity cordial
I have slept sultry sexuality away
I have dreamt times when dreams cease
I have felt feelings farther themselves away
I have been here so long I do my images to burn my own effigy
I am ready to burn my effigy for it is not my Self.
Burn.














Comments
Dreams burn wicked
You are a powerful writer, Kay.
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Once for your head, once for your heart. Unglitteringold
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