thoughts like building blocks
images scribbled on walls
and grunted around the fire

finally rising like sparks
the shape of man's desire
becoming flames of control

burning thoughts into place
no longer fluttering like wisps of a tune
glittering on the end of your tongue

frozen fire locked into place
like building blocks of cement

where's the fun in that?
feel them tantalize your tongue
enjoy the taste, the rhythm
the fire
of words.

(c) ArdentTly

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