'Strike Me'
© Raul Cortes Jr. 11-9-19
You know what happens when you play fire with fire, but our flame is not a game.
Clouds form, thunder bolts, but our reign is not the same.
If you feel cold, let me hold you to warm you up.
I look at your eyes & see the genius in the back of your brain, I absorbed it up.
Need a match? It only takes one strike.
What's the catch? You'll have a hot potato for the rest of your life.
We can span the distance, like California fires.
Poetry aside, what do you desire?
I don't depend on you, I brought my flame.
However, I wouldn't mine holding you so close, long enough to tattoo this sweat on your frame.
I love you with my heart, mind & soul, a fire that will last.
Let me rest in your fireplace, no time to waste, I suffered like Adam before Eve with this log I have.
You don't have to take all the heat, you can transfer some my way.
Your stress, problems & responsibilities are mine too, set my life ablazed.
I want you & I need you, I don't know what else to say.
A burning pulse to trace your poem, I hope your soul is on fire today.
©polo
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