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"Winter Flame"

Poetry By: RaisinGirl
Poetry



curiosity killed the flame, in the cold dead of winter?


Submitted:Aug 2, 2008    Reads: 165    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   


what should I do

with all the beauty?

shall I consume

the rust of glory?

or place a hand

over the furious flame?

let it glow or not

I will distrust sanity...

for the curious gaze

of your granite eyes...

bounces off of me

and onto the mirror...

where you reach in

and grasp my thoughts...

if only it were enough

to calm down the chills...

brought on by winter's

envious companions...

I feel a bit distant

though you clench on...

surviving the tides

of bittersweet madness...

maybe one day

I will give it all up...

and within your arms

I shall willingly die...

while you sing to me softly

knowing you are not...

just another passerby

*(re-edited version; dedication to the person I love most, my husband, my soulmate)





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