Iron man

I am here, a wrinkled mass

You press down on me, hot and hard

Your skin on me is a steam roller

Make me flat and smooth.

 

The fervorous embrace of your flesh

Flattens me into a stiff, starched sheet.

Iron me out, I am so creased

Make me what you will.

 

Rub your flaming hands on me

Until I am no longer rough.

Burn me with your iron face

Where upon I will become a horizontal plane.

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Published in: on August 24, 1995 at 12:05 am  Leave a Comment  
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Flame

What a treat to be amused

To be bedazzled by your charm

Now dangling right in front

Of the golden glitter in my eye.

 

How beautiful to see you

Become the candle in my soul

You see it glowing deep within

Catching the flickering with your stare.

Published in: on August 4, 1995 at 3:30 am  Leave a Comment  
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