There are times when I feel
I have a fire within my breast
so hot it could consume
a world – a universe.
The flames, it seems,
could dance forth from my eyes
and no one could resist me.
For my fire would find
its mate in theirs
and all the bland excuses
would be burnt to ash.
At times, I am convinced
that all this fat I’ve built around me
is to hide this flame
from those who would
prefer to put it out.
But protection keeps it hidden,
is a suffocating prison
just as surely as those structures
society’s firefighters
build to suppress
such overwhelming brilliance.
And so a question rises
within my seething mind
Shall I break down the defenses,
drive the firefighters away,
and with a roar of passion
and a tiger’s gaze of lust,
unleash this raging firestorm
that might burn a whole world down?
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