Seeking refuge,
I appeal to your memory
of love.
If you remember blithe abandon,
the thump and swing
of a heart unhinged,
then light a fire for me in this dark night;
if you know that
what the eye discerns as reluctance
is often fear
then kindle something brave in me
and fan the flames with patience
until they become
inferno.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 6:02 AM UTC
Seeking refuge,
I appeal to your memory
of love.
If you remember blithe abandon,
the thump and swing
of a heart unhinged,
then light a fire for me in this dark night;
if you know that
what the eye discerns as reluctance
is often fear
then kindle something brave in me
and fan the flames with patience
until they become
inferno.
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