by Demi Armstrong
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| (image by Amelia Cooper) |
Oh, beautiful scorcher of my heart:
I would let you burn me
just to see you dance.
I would let you turn my skin to ash
just to see your love in colours.
My dear ascendent of the forest:
A part of me cares for your blackening soul;
though, that is the part of me that leaves my body in smoke.
I am the sun and the radiant blue spirit that mesmerises the same Man that cuts you.
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