I am the fierce furnace of fire
Stoked by my dedication of pleasure and desire
I am the secret each of us must beseech
With hair pinned back and black and sleek
I am a flight, a hot shot, and at your greatest loss I will speak
I am those special words in the nighttime you so fervently seek
The filaments of our life is so greatly underrated
A million miles of incandescent light has awaited
Our lips burn the mind churns and we become saturated
Can the keys keep from melting
As words begin smelting and are mated?
Everything everywhere churns
Mountains of words are mounting
Every syllable is so very astounding
The flesh of your fingers begin rounding
But you mustn’t stop- now that’s it’s finally your turn
And the wick of all words begin to burn
This is that moment we all yearned
We are a fierce furnace of fire
Here to spill our desires
Here to humbly learn
The craft of melting words
