Hilary

Who can resist, or diminish your flame, sometimes in a wayward kiss, hidden by canyons and scree, a terrible supply of waste, men drool at your feet, beware those who can hit, you turn to me and say, am i being remiss, the hollows tick with heat, sunshine grants them little space, a wind is worth seeing, let them all go hiss, you say again, rage will absolve us, for everything we miss, we'll see off troubles again, they'll fall off the list, uncertain questions, shoved or tossed away, fools seeking justice, we hold the reins.