I sit with you,
Hearts beating in unison,
Love, true love.
Fire's heat, bodies warmth.
Cool fingers caress the inside
of my soul, The fire cannot hide.
Coming forth in volcanic eruption,
heat blazes, fingers cool,
Love brings hot and cold creation.
Night to day
Hate to love
Hot to Cold
Seething flame, cool fingers.
A contest entry
- when fire and fingers speak by Virgoan.
1400 points, ended September 6, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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the voice in this piece is young - i like the tone of vulnerability here.
thanks for sharing your gift.
HENSLEY

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I enjoyed the title and the end. An interesting image to be sure. Best of luck in the contest



