Velvet Flame

Velvet Flame alive with warmth,

your presence does excite me,

running down my shaky spine

till wisps of mist are forming

a calming air, a foggy room,

you make not one but both,

perpetually glowing,

sometimes masking the darkness

and filling impatience with smoke,

serenity and growing wheeze

do arise with each new gasp,

rubbing fingers dark with ash

into trays made out of glass,

the burn of lips, a slight cough,

and pacing round in circles,

the bright red tints,

the blushing blues,

effervescent searing purples,

and though these things seem so plain,

they’re more to me, my velvet flame.


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