Updated: Dec 2, 2019
I am the poet who tells the story of human flesh
around human bones
cage to a human heart
and a human stomach
home for butterflies -
their wings in sync with the beat
shaking your limbs
down to your knees
you feel the thrill
I am the poet who exercises without stretching
I pull muscles on a daily basis
rolling on pain waves
crashing my brain.
They come and they go
soothing the sore
striking the core
what you've been looking for.
I am the poet who combs your hair to silk
to match the ribbon around your wrist
to match the sheets caressing your skin
am the match.
I burn fast and dissolve into smoke
I leave a mark when you get too close
for I, too, like to play with fire.
Image Credit: Gage Walker