I can no longer subside this fire that surrounds my body,
the crimsons and shades of oranges that seek retribution.
A touch, adjoined by the flares as my arms flow freely,
eyes glancing towards the sky shut in the moment of intense emotion.
I feel the ground beneath me and latch as thrusts hit me wave after wave.
Motions of flight cloud my head as the waves sinch my brown skin,
in me the poet of poets release new idealogy and ingenuity that no man could define.
As my body lifts, the poets words soothe my aching and eases my soul,
the rythmetic flow of each flame passes through me disengaging.
The blaze impeccable as my head sways back with each motion.
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