Jazz Personae Poem #17 by Elizabeth Beck

flames burn in brick fireplaces               in my heart
cushioned on the floor                           beneath you
breath catches between kisses             sing into my mouth
I want what is too soon                          devour me/inhale you
feel my heart pounding                           bare flesh on skin
brown to black then red                          it might be too soon

-Elizabeth Beck

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