Thou art a soul in bliss but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Thou art a soul in bliss but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.
And say The truth is from your Lord, so let him who please believe, and let him who please disbelieve surely We have prepared for the iniquitous a fire, the curtains of which shall encompass them about and if they cry for water, they shall be given water like molten brass which will scald their faces evil the drink and ill the resting-place.
the geysers flooding from deep in its vault:
in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,
of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.
Self-help books are making life downright unsafe. Women desperate to catch a man practice all the ploys recommended by these authors. Bump into him, trip over him, knock him down, spill something on him, scald him, but meet him.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories