August 6, 2011 by Marda
You draw me in like a deep and slow breath. From you, I lack the strength to turn. I want vanish in your grasp, a kept thing. We’re both in this dream, impervious to what it really is. Like a field of rose petals and fireworks exploding in a midnight sky. This, our delicate dance. A secret and a chance. A taste of something I cannot expel.
You like fire. I ignite the flame.