This

This was a flame
I couldn’t control,
with words
like a wind
of passion
sweeps the body
to incinerate all,
to leave the heart
and sex both
smoldering for love
to come,
to root itself
in fertile ground,
ready,
for seed, for planting,
what love sees fit to grow.

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