Malleable

 

Apocalyptic fire and raw steel

Flame marks remain on my soul

Wherever her scorching passion

Consumed mine into submission

 

Make no mistake, I’m no simpleton

Becoming submissive has it moments

When it leads things to your objective

Least anyone forgets, I ignited the fire

 

Then again, known planning is essential

For controlling all used combustibles

However, not all things will cooperate

That fire is still raging, last I seen her

 

I’ve been mangled, manipulated and burnt

If I could move at all…I’d jump in her fire

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

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