Mixed Decks Deal: candle, whip, toys, invent, paddle
Three leagues I chased your candle
For your flame to kiss me once, a whip of wanting,
And the cut still stings with lust.
The heat of it burned my moth wings away,
And I am left to stumble on legs,
Those disappointing inventions of evolution
Like the heart that heals to break again.
I asked for this when I followed you,
To be picked up and discarded at your whim
Like an overgrown, outgrown toy.
Back to the shore where the waters soothe the burn,
three leagues I paddle home.
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