{ Homage to Taylor Alison Swift }
He's a fire
filled with gasoline.
He's a troublemaking dreamer.
He's a confessed lover.
He's a wild child
in the wind
He's fast
and unstoppable.
He's a lovable mess.
He's a burning sunrise
beautiful and gentle.
He's free and careless.
He's reckless
and addicted to an adrenaline high.
He's a blurred picture
with perfect pixilation.
He's soft and loving
and his touch spreads like
a wildfire taking over.
He's a blazing red flame.
He's the smell of smoke
and the feel of midnight breathe.
He's a faded red flag.
He's a warm cup of coffee.
He's a tall cabernet.
He's a breathless second;
A nettless tightrope.
He listens when I talk
and he can tell me stories for hours.
He lit a fire in me that burns so bright;
I can see it in every second of my life.
He's a burning red.
And he doesn't mind my ice.
{ 2022 }
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