Terzanelle: The Burn (16/30)

The prompt for day sixteen over at NaPoWriMo was to write a terzanelle, which is a combination of a villanelle and terza rima. Form poetry...oh what fun!



Her kiss burned down my bones,
setting fire to lips and skin,
ashes turning into a love jones.

Her glance, a piercing sin;
eyes the color of sun and coal,
setting fire to lips and skin.

My spirit she has stole,
becoming my secret salvation;
eyes the color of sun and coal.

Between her legs lies damnation;
perdition has the sweetest taste,
becoming my secret salvation.

Limbs freeze; time becomes chaste,
trapped in her scorching flame;   
perdition has the sweetest taste.

My curiosity is to blame,
her kiss burned down my bones,
trapped in her scorching flame,   
ashes turning into a love jones.




© 2015 abruvanamedsly



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