Soul Fire
Limbs entwined as passion wanes
But does not fade away
It may reignite at any hour of the night
Or minute of the day.
The sun's own heat does not compare
To the fire of our souls
Whene’er we hold each other close
And the two halves make a whole.
Not caring which is fuel or spark
In our endless lovers' game,
When flesh meets flesh the world is lost
In that all consuming flame
And our spirits dance through the firestorm
To the music of our desire,
Never fearing that we will be burned
For ‘tis love that feeds the fire.
Copyright © Frank Kuzel | Year Posted 2012
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