Of Fire and Words

Mirror Cinquain

Of fire
And lust you’re made,
For you breathe enigmas
Of new beginnings but covert
Your thoughts

Sly words
You blow to me — they burn my skin
Boil my blood, and you watch
Still, for you’re made 
Of fire


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