Burn
I feel you there,
Your gaze sends heat through my skin
Do you know what I've done?
My hairs stand on end,
Slowly, I watch you
Packing your bag in the night
Slowly you leave
Spreading this terrible blight
I feel like I'm burning
An ant beneath your scope
Do you know what I've done?
Your eyes meet mine,
Raging blue fire,
Your bag on your shoulder,
So, you know now
What it is I've done.
Copyright © Pamela Shepard | Year Posted 2021
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