I want the hot coal.
I will burn myself a thousand times, if only to relive that brief pleaure of possessing something so wonderous.
A shining gem like Jericha, that makes the Jericho of self collapse to the ground…
This flaming coal is the only sound around.
It gives me a freedom I’ve never felt before, and when I approach it with tongs it speaks out of my own bones to grab ti with both hands… Possess it!! Own it!! Take it whoole!!
Why do I insist on burning myself?
… Because I’ve trained myself to milk on the pain.
More passion, pain, and pleasure than R. Kelly or Tre Songz-
I squeeze the love melody out of my wrongs…
I know that they do not belong…
I am a glacier in a tollbooth- not yet equipped for such heart…
But ooooooohhhhhhhhhh GOD you should see wha tthe heat does to me…..
Once I was freed.
Now I feel I am not…
… Why can’t I stop?
… THIS, is why I’m hot.