let my body- by the flames of your soul- be engulfed. however so captured by your pure & instinctive tendencies.
let your soul paint all of my imperfection/ despite how many masks i may present myself in- see right through them.
let the late summer rain, be set aflame by the burning sky’s colors/ relentlessly show the truth through each and every cell that desorb from your skin
let it be all flame/no firewood.Tags: creative writing fragmented thought fragmented thoughts Poem poetry