Does fire burn?
Will the night ever stop after a turn?
One is a cup of desire.
The other, wild nonviolent fire.
Obsession is lust in a choir
A combination of both is a war amplifier
Lust, a chapter, a gin we yearn.
Obsession comes after we fail to learn.
They guard a furnace, a phallus on sight
A damning darkness unafraid to fight.
Too many hearts, not enough room
Here we are fighting to be everyone’s groom.