Call of A Sinner So Young

Ample flesh

t w i s t s

in a feast

for brilliantly blue eyes

Flames

s p i t

upwards

[Spawning]

winged children

and

r e l e a s i n g

them onto sooty

yet

purified concrete.

Impossible to catch

[almost]

fluttering gazes into a

b l a z i n g

heat.

Searching words unsaid

for something...

beautiful

to die for

something...

extraordinary

to breathe for

something...

absent

to exist for.

Treasure troves glint

in the eye of the flame;

Gold

s i m m e r i n g

in a well oiled greed.

Worn floors bleed experience

staining the soles

of innocent feet

with a discovery

so potent

yet so...

[Delicate]

Tear drops heralding

o b v i o u s

Heartbreak to a choir

of embers and coal.