Kealan Coady, 04/12


Turning away
From flame lust
and flourish.The better men wait
beside the fire
Straggling their ends
For love.

The quaint sail
Of flame
On the rooftops of strangers.
The new mutes.

Searching for something
Bones bending in
The fear of heat

They all wish and wonder
Melting echoes
Wooden souls

Searching for something
Turning away.

Promote. Poetry.
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