Fire-walk:

Poem

Coals on my chest,

they smoulder in your name.

The furnace called lungs,

bellows fire and smoke.

They scream your name,

asking you to jump into it, naked.

To let the flames — kiss you, lick you, devour you.

All it demands is faith in the blaze,

for it doesn’t burn the one it loves.

It just licks and licks their skin,

with it’s thousand fiery tongues.

When I become fire,

fear me not.

Just surrender

and you shall find no burns,

but all consuming warmth in this flame.

The fire called lust ❤️‍🔥

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~ Shubham Upman