Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Yes, I tremble.
Like a leaf in the summer breeze.
The gentler your touch, the more I tremble.
I squeeze shut my eyes.
The red, the amber, the flame licks and caresses.
And, even as I’m engulfed by the blaze, I blossom.
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