the KINDLING

you touch me
and I am fire.

enticing
inviting
igniting

the dark embers
of my soul

you,
scarred stranger
stoke my thoughts
dreams
desires

we meet, yearn, touch
merge, meld

soar.

once again
I am woman.




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