Set me aflame,
Toss the match to my soul like you would to the kindling for a bonfire,
Let me burn with the quiet crackles of wood popping and the glow of orange,
Let the radiance warm us both
I beg of you let me burn for what use is a candle if it remains unlit and what use is passion if not consuming,
Set me aflame and let the flames reach to the sky.
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
