BP No. 03 Free

Great Blue Sky
ending in a dream,
and
my eyes
open
at the end
of time.

among whispered tales
of fantastical
derring-do,
and exotic
ascetic mystery,
I wander
&
I wonder….

why
am
i
here?

She calls
to me,
with raindrops that tickle my nose;

She
teases
with every step of the sun upon
my dark skin;

I abstain
from
consummation
for
fear of what
we may conceive
in our wild, debauched,
thrilling
embrace:

Fire,
to light my soul;
an
Inferno
to burn this world.

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