Fuse

In the dark
The fuse burns
Strong & steady
Dances through bittersweet tastes
Weaves its way across shapes & sighs
Flutters at skin
Twists madly at it all
The fuse burns on
Outside the rain patters & sings
A drunk stumbles down the road
A child slave dies in a diamond mine continents away
Tonight it does not matter
Just the touch
The feel
The taste
For as long as the fuse chooses
To burn.

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