passersby
be forewarned
there’s fire in his heart
ladies, gents
take heed
he’ll pull you in, can’t part
he’s let free all his senses
let go of any shame
he’s cut off binds to people
people who can blame
his face is now all glitter
radiant and bright
his smile gleams of power
disarming, taming kind
he looks through your eyeballs
and fishes out your heart
then pulls you even closer
as chafing skins get hot
his heart is on fire
his hands won’t stand still
your heart now his playground
your head not given in
you’ll feel lost and broken
noises creeping in…
“if I free my senses
I’ll simmer in the ride
but life is not all winter
summer is for fun
I’ll sink my head in sand
let fire soak my bun”
your head in its cradle
your heart in his hands
he consumes you with passion
as only fire can
stories serve a purpose
warn you of a threat
when poet is the culprit
fire is the bait
Shawn
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