
Heart afire,
I burn and and consumed but am not singed–just scalded,
The neon of my sould
glows read with an inner fire too hot to meaure,
to touch that which is unseen,
to feel that which is forbidden and pent up,
to know the screts only lovers do,
and to hold and make the way,
towards the climax of passion’s bounty.
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