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burn
by Melissa Arel
i never believed in love
i was duly afraid of it lest it should singe
and turn me to charcoal
black, heavy and covered in soot
with the smell of burning flesh,
a burning heart
who opened itself and took a chance
a risk of what this love might entail
but if you will love me all,
there will be bonfires of the sort
but we will bear it it openly
beautifully, graciously
and for our own sake,
plunge headlong into its flames
02/01/2002
Posted on 02/01/2002
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by John Harder on 02/02/03 at 05:14 AM hmmm, the flames don't seem to harm me, interesting. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/12/03 at 06:59 PM Great poem Mel. Sometimes you have to jump in
the fire to cool love off a bit.....Charlie
(again I like the graphic) |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 02/13/03 at 02:35 PM Sometimes the scorching of our fingertips on such a fire is not a bad thing at all....this is a beautiful toast to the flame! |
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