fire

woman dancing fire
disheveled
barely sleeping
legs opened in lust
i rose before the sun
locked gates no deterrent
climbed walls
wearing down the heels of my shoes
on rocky roads
hours on end
so many dawns
i would wake you
to sleep in your bed
these were days
beautiful and fierce
i was alive as fire
i loved

michèle voltaire marcelin

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One Response to “fire”

  1. Marline says:

    I love Michele’s poetry… they actually make you feel like you’re gliding in space…

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