Nirvana et le petite morte
she'd reach, intense the touch
always too deep perhaps
though the surface dwelt
fire tactile and free
boundaries predetermined
This is not unlike the others yet
underlying there is a stillness
calm her heart beats
fire not but embers glowing
caged, her heart thrums
no bounds she knows
into the mouth of madness
toward the unknown falling.
"I say I don't love you, but you know I'm a liar" ~ The Pointer Sisters, Fire
