Brimstone

You’re born of fairy dust
sprinkled with honey.
Succulent, like a rose
your fragrance hovers
over my grave begging
love to awaken a heart
dying of thirst underneath
barren skies. My desert
desecrates your feathers.
My burning flame
scorches your petals,
for I am born of brimstone.

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