Tuesday, August 5, 2014


Stories of paradise
Kissed by life’s fire –
Was that what we reached for
Burnt crisp on that pyre?

Hands fanning desire,
Fingers meshed in hair,
‘Til flames begot scalds
And drove us to dare.

Had I hesitated
We might have survived -
In our scorched hearts;
In each other’s lives.

But you said with a smile:
Today was nice for me.
And I believed your lie
But failed to hear your plea.

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