whisperingquill

Passion Battalion

I need your sun to burn
like a fare lance of complete,

catapult my sleeping
goodness with Greek fire
incinerating my pith,

so..you may catch
the blowback of fate,

telepathic unity,

as we bathe in
the afterglow,

symbolized,

taunting time,

embracing a new shine,

becoming a anomaly
of expansion.