poem from muse candy

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then jacob's son
stumbled on a bush,
that burned with tongues
of candy apple flame,

that licked at him
between two thighs
of troubled stone,
cradled in the crotch
of hot commands,

where ishmael's daughter
drew her water,
and where her mother
was no other
than the thought that burned,

and turned to jacob's son
with prompts for him
to stake himself
to words he could not slake,
nor could escape.

the candy apple flames
adeptly leapt and licked
their heat upon
the troubled stone
of hot commands:

she would be the one,
incarnate sun,
in flames of tongue,
inflaming love,
and what that would become.

hers would be the word
the world heard,
that he would hear,
when she drew near.