a tender fire raging to be held—
that yearns to be touched with warmth.
ahh, this warmth, this heat, this softness burnt—
that steams in ravaging flames of scorching love.
my love for you—burns and burns and burns and burns and burns:until the flames become embers;
'til the embers become ashes;
'til the ashes become a particle.until i was extinguished by my sole flame--
'til it became a fragment
burnt from warmth & tenderness.
'til it drew a scar burnt from love.until only the empty space—
that i had burnt for you was left.von frederick, tender fire
July 27, 2023
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoesíaPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...