Burnt Hours

Spit fire in the absence of time,
And see the air flame back.
Wisp up and lash black-
Lines against the flow,
Striped and loathed
Finger to your lips, betrothed
The air beat with the heart around us
With a pulse so smooth...so intuitive
Splashed in breaths taken and give-
To the wind surrounding.
Pounding, sounding, crying and devoting
Time we don't have.

Sit back and relax
In spent days, and long sighs...
Hurt mood and steam cries
Of memories, vaporizing and dissipating our time,
To listen to each other
And spill over and plunder
Over what shall be done and what shall come of us
So thus blow the mist a kiss and see if one comes back
And seek a past look for me.
Don't dream of me in a fiery gust,
But if you must, dream lightly
And don't scream if something burns from me
It's just the wind
Blowing grains of sand away from me, then
Don't complain if your not complete

Without me, your not weak.
Streak the ground with propane
And watch a spark strike up,
Start up, and sizzle.
Never will the pits of our hearts fizzle to nothing
Stop bluffing.
Your flame ain't been the same since the first blow.

Never slowed or weakened
Stayed over the weekend
And slept in to watch you burn
But you never turned against it
Is it a fight to befit in?
Benevolent thought begin then
Broken.
Shaken, bloated, dragon kiss
After being seared is it me you miss?
My wisps of molten rage.
Just to see if you would blaze or combust into something i couldn't trust.
Can you handle the heat in this inferno of life?
Is there too much of a flaring strife?
Its just my sweet wet kisses that can cool you
And out of all the embers, make you a new spring, too.

5/11/11

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