Wings Of Desire
Lone heart
of chilled passion
turns to winter wasteland,
vestiges of wrecked emotions
congeal.
Ice melts
in dulcet dawn,
tepid spring’s scarlet sun
rises with tender warmth of your
embrace.
I feel
your flashing charm
melt mist of arctic times,
as I plunge in the inferno
of love.
Engulfed,
my craving burns.
In wild wind of fervor
embers scale your sky on wings of
desire.
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