Read Poetry: MY SWEET HELL, by Christopher Rosana

Fair, freakish, faithful,

Fabulous, forceful, fierce,

Fiery embers laced upon the bond closely made, eye to eye,

Forceful, ah irresistible, desires of the calm evoked,

Fastidious, detail and detail of my stares, your gazes, elicited by the mystery of you,

Foment my fears to their demise, sweet betide even with painful salty tears,

Folksy, though unseen, I see the paradise in your eyes,

Fasten your weird self upon mine own, see me true for yours to own,

Finding what hitherto unfound, camp at my fiendish straits; unleash your fierce,

Fire, fire, fire, though I may burn, I burn not truly for am only warming me up,

Fire, Hell, inferno, you bring, a better sweet to the cold indifferent docile others be,

Tis not hell you bring, not truly, tis warmth that burns all of my winterish fears when away you are,

Tis not hell you bring, truly, tis flowery beauty of you

This is the hell you bring, a hell that isn’t hell, but sweet.

via Read Poetry: MY SWEET HELL, by Christopher Rosana

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