love's been little bit hard on me

no longer
angel of the morning, angel
no longer
goodbye goodluck girl
no more
electric demons breathing fire

You had a hold on me right from the start...

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