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Sunday, August 2, 2015

The Wildness of You

The ghosts of

Charred grey loves

Lost to yesteryear

Causes a flinching heart

At even the whispers of

Your lips and skin

Leaning into mine.


But your fire,

Flaming red and strong,

Far more dangerous than

Sparks that drew

My childish gaze,

Makes my mouth water,

Makes my soul ache

Just to clutch you close


Should I,

Oh fearful heart,

Should I

Leap into the rising flames

Or can I live with

The choice,

The coward's choice,

Of a tame heart

That longs for the

Wildness of you.