With a red guitar…on fire

 

The dreaming
the scheming
the not even breathing

The wanting
the haunting
the night is so daunting

The holding
the molding
passion’s not folding

The ache is
the nearest
but never the clearest

The fever
is higher.
Desire.

-jrb

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