Flame Poetry

-cosmic spark
My heart is a globe
Which contains you.
Human flare - phlogistic and voluptuous.
Mortal efflux of the cosmological pudding.
Brahmanical pity of the angels.
When the wind speaks she whistles like so many
fruit trees cast in solar light.

The skin of Vishnu is ash because of you -
your perception of strength
You work an artful manner.
The heart stiffens to stone
And then again releases in love.
Vishnu is a silent devil.
Burn the shadow of darkness with your glare
And I will not forget you even in death.

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