OUR HAPPINESS, OUR CHOICE

A pretty harlot
like I said before, open to testify like fire fumes.
There’s fire you can’t be,
there’s joy that can cleanse.
like lovers, there’s happiness we choose,
air that argue intensely.
leave or settle, throw tantrums
cleaves comes in air
until right where we reside
enemies bubbles in water
labored thinking
fire in air
cleansing around the fumes
around, inside, all the while
satisfy water that flows like rage
you can’t see
burns and water combined
to satify
to cleanse.

Ruddapoet