I grow colder with the air
and you are now my only fire- my only fire, only
you are not my fire, not my fire,
not mine really,
not in this real world that you and i can see,
so I close my eyes and just feel, my dear,
feel the vibrations
of the air when you are near, which
alerts me to your presence and your past, and I can hear and I can feel
the words beneath your words
between your words, that echo
in our private dance and plucks my spirit
like a feather or a string
so that I can feel you though I fear you;
fear to touch you for fear of the fire
which is in you and which is you
and is in me too
now I fear because of you..
So I shiver in the middle and in the middle
of all this I prey and I pray that this
would all just melt away, and I could
feel you, through the fire that is you
and the woman in the fire that becomes you
beneath the visions and ire,
beneath the frequent "never minds"
and the harsh "I dare not say" and the
sentences that die in mid flight
because to finish them would give life
over to chance--Delving pure
beneath it all, to the pure you and to the pure
me too.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-05-09 16:20:35
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