Flames

The bed wears a cruel smile,
The twisted creepers on its sheet..
Twining limbs meant to beguile,
The bleeding sick tulips reek..
A quaking raw woman's opening,so futile,
The thick straining barks behind the roses peak..
Oh!thats her undoing,so long and sleek..

The flames keep licking my insides..
Burn the forest,burn the night..
Burn the bed,a pyre of my desire
Lust to one,love to the other
I could burn it all
If you were not that dear..