Monday, February 28, 2011

thirteen

Entranced by your wonderment
You call to me
I see other faces in yours
But wish only to find mine
I stare and get lost in you
Your warmth surrounds me
Soft whispers beg me to listen
I long to make you mine
I crave your touch
When my hand meets yours
It leaves me scarred
When I have you, you burn me
Enamored or ignorant, I know not which
I reach for you again
How long will I play with this fire?

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