Consumed
March 10th, 2009 by Linda JenkinsonI am wood.
You are fire.
Our spirits the wind
Aroused, intense,
Fed on desire.
You nourish me.
How brightly I glow!
You crackle.
I sparkle.
Together we grow.
Bodies melded,
Fused into embers.
Spirits welded
The tempest quiets,
Together we lie and sleep.
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