• yum_tea

    This is to a history

    A stone faced, empty mystery

    Who oozez red surrender--

    just to bend Her

    takes fire

    Just to weld Her;

    one who held Her, loved Her;

    the only who can tell

    Lists of Her secrets

    of Her regrets

    of Her shames and fears and songs

    and that writer, lonely fire

    has been dreaming all along

    to protect Her--

    adore Her

    to keep her from the wrong

    just to show Her

    bestow Her

    with the thorns of a once long

    burning passion;

    a fashion

    that clashed in lack of ration

    and drowned that flame in

    Blistering Mystery

    and this is to a History

    who lingers, looms and sweeps in said enigma