Maddening Fire

[tigrflye]

Edited:
Mundane words of love
You act so proud of
Impale my needy core.

I gobble them up
From my beggar's cup
Offerings to the poor.

Lying cold, on my side,
With goose-pimpled hide,
I expect your frenzied embrace.

Yet it's tepid and weak,
Not the fever I seek,
To flush life in my dull, helpless face.

Dry, half-hearted lust
You implore me to trust
Masks the smirk of a bitter lie.

I crave maddening fire,
To stoke and admire,
Blood-red in a sapphire sky

Original post:
Mundane words of love
You seem so proud of
Impale my needy core.

But I gobble them up
From my beggar's cup
Like offerings to the poor.

Lying cold, on my side,
With goose-pimpled hide,
I expect your frenzied embrace.

Yet it's tepid and weak,
Not the fever I seek,
To flush life in my dull, helpless face.

This dry, half-hearted lust
You implore me to trust
Masks the smirk of a bitter lie.

I crave a maddening fire,
To stoke and admire,
Blood-red in a sapphire sky.