Burnt Offering

Fight through those clouds
Glare down on me
Pour liquid love into my veins of ice

I do not shiver
that requires a relationship between warmth and hate

I do not shiver
Nor do I freeze
I am a solid pillar of coldness

Pierce me with rays of heat
Melt me down…melt me into golden bars
Make sure I do not burn.

No charcoal lover will I be
no burnt toast for me
Do not bother scraping off the burnt bits
or sweeping away the black crumbs
Throw away the entire burnt offering.



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