• e l e v e n • Phoenix Touch

The bite of the sun
kisses my darkening flesh,
Shadows of coals
Hung in this daylight mesh,
We’ll burn to provide
An arousing sight,
A taste of burnt meat,
Tracing the skies for light,
No shadows retreat,
We’re a sinful of skin,
A pretty pattern of sun.

The End

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