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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
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More in poems crawling out of pit of my obsessionI Need
to feel warm wanted
the heat from the spark
as sulfur scents the air
anticipating what is to come
Bright light burns hot
as the flame licks the wick
I Need
to melt like candle wax
Slow steady burn
hot liquid seeps from the sides
and runs
down the length of its holder
catches at the base hardens
My heart is too numb
to feel the fireworks and your stare
blows cold through the flame
Everything then just ends.
Comments Laurie Blum - This is so descriptive Colleen... I can see the images clearly. I also like the formatting with certain words prominent at the beginning of each thought. I most especially like the line "your stare blows cold through the flame" I just had a shiver up my spine reading that.
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