This love that burns,
This love that bites,
This love that torments as i writhe in its spite.
In the bloody mess of my consciousness
My dreams have taken hold,
Clutching and squeezing until my stomach lurches
And double i fold.
If there is an escape from this blissful prison,
This cage of fire,
Lock the door and swallow the key,
Let me burn in my desire.
Millie Fraser
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-smoke-filled-days/
