Anteros

You stoked the sea of flames, it singed me.
There were no extinguishers: this is how
messiness of emotional kermis runs: it
interdicts. Kakistocracy or kratocracy,
power pivots exist in extralegal domains.
Orphaned heart beats journey on such
terrain: this fountain of filigree torments.
In confidentiality of one’s empire clutter
superintends. There are no guardian angels.