You offered no kindling
Yet I burned for you.
No oxygen
But my flame warmed you.
Nothing combustible
But my glowing illumined you.
Heat and light
You received of me
Though no sustenance was given.
My flamed licked your sighs
Caressed your cries
But without fuel I was only
Empty fire.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Empty Fire
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Tuesday, February 02, 2010
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