They are the fire starters.
Catch a glimpse and stare.
For desire we die as martyrs.
Curious eyes burn in despair.
She carries on her beautiful life,
Bats her blazing eyelids.
Not knowing my pain, my strife,
My need that she forbids.
Hearts are struck, love isn’t blind,
It hunts me down with steady aim.
Whisk her away to my desirous mind,
Let love burn me with it’s flame.
© 2006 Mark Fulton