The Beast Within

 

Alive in You

 

She drank every blade of flame;

Gazed deep into his Dante eyes

Pressed soft lips to the embers

of his pain.

 

A taste of cool rain and soft,

evening skies. A tender sigh.

 

Eyes the depth of ancient groves;

Her dew-drenched touch

trailed mist across his burning skin.

 

©2018. I.O. Kirkwood. All rights reserved for text. Image may be subject to copyright.

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