August 5, 2002
As a flame is ignited
from a small smolder
I feel Your eyes
peering over my shoulder
As interest is stirred
into passion's fire
I utter not a word
sinking into the mire
As wind blows the sparks
and spreads all these ashes
to the corners so dark
that the sweet angel catches
Then You light the blaze
against this callused skin
I'm alone and amazed
as I melt once again
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