Essence In Virtue.

My soul has caught on fire

all these dried bones

simmered leaves of leftover memories

The match lit by you eyes

You crawl as close as you can get

and your heat stirs a frenzy in me

under the weight, I start to crumble

Author's Note

06.02.2014

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

An essential poem on virtue of necessity. Bravo.........

[MomzillaNC]

Rather steamy abandonment of "virtue!" :D

NOTES:
Did you mean "simmered [leavings]?"
correction: "The match lit by [your] eyes"

[Poe Met Emily]

Haha, this is true. And as to your notes: How I wrote is was its intention, and the correction will be made. Typo's are no fun. :p

[MomzillaNC]

IKR?! Typos bugger the works! I even wrote a poem about it: "Strange"

[Poe Met Emily]

I will be sure to give it a read. :)