Let Me Burn

Beneath the tree of God
I am not sinful or sinless
But if doomed I am to die.
Can I borrow your lips?
Your heart and your smile
Taste the fruit of good and evil
And know all there is to know
About ripe plums their stones.

Beneath this tree of God
If I am condemned to know
Only this flesh, live in this flame
We call a body that dances
Leaps headlong for another
Let me burn at a steady rate
And in your arms my love,
Slowly, ever slowly disintegrate.

by Mark Heathcote

Comments (2)

a wonderful poem with a nice ending, the entire poem is compose with a real artistic touch, thanks for sharing.
Wonderful poem with a catchy title.Emotions depicted in the purest way.10++++