Vehemence
If your love were a flame
I'd allow it to blaze through me
and singe the edges of my heart
with it's sweltering fierceness
but your admiration
is a thick-headed icicle
shaped to weather any firestorm
ignited by adoring hands
how gelid it is
to be loved by a man
frozen with incompetence,
too cool to burn
Copyright © Melissa Wadkins Patterson | Year Posted 2008
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