The problem with fire is when feeling burn is the only feeling you feel is real.

The problem with fire is when feeling burn is the only feeling you feel is real.
The blues inflects
Every little step that
Holds me like the break in between
My breasts
And it shouts..”don’t you see!?!”
Like a mangled oblivion
In a room full
Of triangled mazes
There I am..standing
Lost in the moment
To the next
And next –
And not a moment to spare
When we meet again
And it just is…
This way.