BabyGrace
Refugee
moth drawn like a whisper
floating in vapor
towards the flame
and his double meanings;
sculpted from disheveled love
bowing before the weight
it burns brighter, brighter
than her heart could imagine;
all inequities fade
and only the light that pulls
shines tumultuous and perfect
through a sensual haze...
the danger condenses and
falls to the floor
and the fire is all she needs.
~~~~~
...and what a strange thing; to choose such a throne to show what kind of a king You are.
~Christian Anderson
floating in vapor
towards the flame
and his double meanings;
sculpted from disheveled love
bowing before the weight
it burns brighter, brighter
than her heart could imagine;
all inequities fade
and only the light that pulls
shines tumultuous and perfect
through a sensual haze...
the danger condenses and
falls to the floor
and the fire is all she needs.
~~~~~
...and what a strange thing; to choose such a throne to show what kind of a king You are.
~Christian Anderson