THE FIREPLACE *

Folder: 
JOURNAL #39

your words
like arms
reach out
and enfold me
you lure as you procure
this endless want in my heart
that has always been
yours for the taking
our riveting passions
are so like 'The Fireplace'
even when to the naked eye
the flames seem very low
and almost even harmless
at the center all still burns
ultra hot and quite dangerous
so cleverly deceptive
to the average outsider
looking in
our love must appear
ah but smoldering as it ever is
to blaze yet once again
at the slightest stirring
in your presence
I become a magnet
of singular need
that ever leans
towards
only your special metal
farther and farther in
that is the hold
you alone have on me .............
(Oct 25, 2010 828pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for the man who has captured my enchantment and made it his own.

View palewingedpoetess's Full Portfolio