Born broken in the dark of night
Her desire, a brilliant blue fire,
To drink of the cool morning
And kiss the champagne sky.
She longed not for fools or men,
But the red-hot, velvet-soft embrace of an angel
Made her heart throb a wild rhythm
And a fever linger on her lips.
– Written for Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge – September 10, 2016. Learn more about magnetic poetry here.