Shackled by flames
Presence protrudes
and forgives
''Don't push me too far.''
Angelene
lives
in a far off fire,
woven in her heart
like a torch.
Petal breath in palm,
dipped in frog spawn rivers,
her nipples sweetly kissed
her fine rimmed surface.
Rippling
towards the edges of their hearts.
They moved fine on the swing
until their heads became faint,
but Angelene knew nothing
of the kisses they sent,
because they were never truly felt.
''As I send my love in masks,
use not your head but your hearts.''
Real love ripples in the dark.
x
