My Soliloquy To St Elmo's Fire
by @South-by-Southwest
You are a hard ghost to pin down
my will-o'-the-wisp
If I approach you . . .
you recede
If I back up . . .
you approach
But you never let me touch you
My marsh lover
A light unto my heart
Burns where I cannot touch
Cold flames of blue leave me
No traces of heat upon my lips
My heart shivers from lack of loves inferno
The strength of my skin
Cannot be measured
The merit of my bones
Cannot be weighed
Nor will my love be finite
Caged or displayed
My lips seek soft wet kisses
That reign down on my soul