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Burn

She kissed me.

Kerosene tongue under a charcoal sky,
and what could I do
but burn? But yearn
for more of that
thistle fire tingle on my lips.

She kissed me.

I could melt glaciers with this.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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