i’m on fire

i’m on fire

and i’m tired of talking about it

tight as entwined fingers,

we once were.

the perfume drifts in the secret

and perhaps a distant thought pricks.

i lived within the definition of the game.

and i’m on fire;

i’m tired of talking about it.

her hair, soft and elegant

i fell in love once

and that was the only time.

to trust and to be burned,

it was all a lesson learned.

find me, soft rains in lonesome days

the woman once i knew disappeared

and left me in the season of wanting

the woman once i knew disappeared

where did she go?

i do not know

i fell in love once

and that was the only time.

her hair entwined between my fingers

her warn summer skin once melted with mine

now freezes in an iced moment cubed

i would have taken her empire.

i’m on fire

and i’m tired of talking about it.

tight as entwined fingers,

we once were.

the perfume drifts in the secret

and perhaps a distant thought pricks.

i lived within the definition of the game.

and i’m now on fire.

c.2015 bgw

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