Singed
- Big Whiz
- Apr 27
- 1 min read
Singed!
Dare I divulge the depth of my desperate desire for this sweet, doting mademoiselle?
When wayward words wander like weighted wisps of wanting, while I wait in loneliest hell.
Oh if I could only tell her that her lush lips linger in my longing long after she departs.
She’d probably consider it crazy that I cringe and coil from any coy attempts at cohesion to my heart.
How I’ve wanted to tell her that her sparkling eyes speak to a sweet, slow, song saturating my solemn soul.
Her warm embrace holds the harrowing hounds of hell at bay, and hide my hapless heart from a world so cold.
But these big walls tower to protect a precious organ already broken, battered and bruised beyond biblical belief.
My surest strategy for surviving the next firestorm is structured on securing my priceless heart from such a sensual thief.
If she examined the scorched remnants closely, she would see the blisters, bruises and burns that brought bewildered love to its end.
I would fervently ask her to forgive my frightened, feeble flight from fire…my heart is a sepsis…I’ve been singed!
11-08-09
Timothy W. Strange “Whiz”
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