Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Fire

What if
I took your arm
and lead you
to a quite spot
and sat you down
among the ferns
unbuttoned your heart
and loosened your spirit

Would you
respond in kind
and accept me
despite my failings
speak to me
despite your misgivings
love me
despite my faults

I'm like smoke
so delightful
to the senses
yet cloying if too much
you only have to breath
a little of me though
to know my truth

I am a fire
that will never burn you
I am a fire
that will warm your soul
I am a fire
that if you tend
will never go out

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home