Fire

To collide in the arms
Of sorrow is a causal
Deed. A woman’s scorn
Brings disease in the measure
Of her heart.

How plighted moons create
Soulful light throughout
My core, a dire straights
Deliver me into the lair of
Your kingdom, a crimson
Heart unfolds, pushing me
Further through his fire.

I now spread across the
Sea my ashen corps sharks.

© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015

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