Poem: The flames of lust
By: Linda M Crate
i am a flower
you were the frost
and you tried
killing me;
but i resisted your
touch—
likewise should you
come to me
again
i will not fall vulnerable
before you
i have learned my lesson,
and i have made no
intention of
making the same mistake
twice;
your blue eyes of winter
cut thorugh the
glass of
my heart with all their
diamonds—
now there are
dragons, thorns, briers, and
stone walls
guarding my heart;
you will not
break in and destroy me once again—
this time, wicked wolf,
you will be destroyed in the
flames of your lust.