She likened my desire
to a raging prairie fire;
a fire that doesn't miss
the pleasure of any kiss.
Like a fire that doesn't stop
until sustenance expires,
reaping for its own sake,
until it meets the mire.
Like a fire burning souls.
Like the devil himself.
Like a fire out of control,
and leaving babies to themselves.
When started information:
residing on Milnor Ave. in Syracuse, NY
sometime from 1982 at earliest though more like 1984
into 1989
aged 15 into 22
Writings By Erick Heins 