surrounding me

whether awake or asleep

your eyes, your laughter

your fleeting touch

sears me softly

burns my very soul

feeds the embers of my heart

fueling the broken chamber

pitter pat a skip and a scrap

my breath catches when it stops

(then starts again as usual)

fear fans the flames of my desires

of this I cannot bear to write

it fills me with despair

this forbidden fire

that you have lit…

(do you even care?)

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