love burns bright by the fireside

Thoughts of Love by the Fireside A bucket by the well full of moonlight too heavy to be carried away by by the nymph who lives in the shadow of dreams. Wait till the moon pales then take the bucket of pure water and with a clean cloth of love cleanse your body of my impure thoughts by the hearth and I shall be the fire which hisses in vain not reaching your body for a total embrace. If I ever reach you I’ll burn you to cinders so you won’t never again turn your face in disgust when you see my liver spotted hands and thinking that somehow my passion for your flesh is unholy a travesty of true love. ..and when you get old you’ll realise that of your many lovers I was the only one willing to consume all of you. Written September 29th, 2001 © on Sep 29 2001 11:59 AM PST   20 • 0 • 10