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A concrete poem.

A

rapid

glow that

dances lower

as the night

grows old

and flesh

uncovers

flesh.

 

Your

wick's

end

is

where

my

fire

begins

to

dance

brightly.

I

melt

you

with

my

radiating

heat.

Smother

my

flames

out

with

your

special

touch

or

I'll

burn

down

your

house

of

pain.

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

My first venture into concrete poems. This was fun for me!

[G. Anderson]

Ha, neat. I like the playing of the colors. I have ADD really bad, so generally I don't read pieces that have different font and pictures.
However, this is different.
~Gage

[Liza]

simple yet intense - cool!

[Mauricio Montoya]

Great start with the graphic design, visual communication nice. I like it, very intense piece. Excellent write.

[Ashley.M.E]

I really like this, will done