First Encounters

Drawn to my merry, dancing flame

I burn your fingertips like searing wax

Before it turns into a subtle layer of protection.

I run my fingers all over you,

Find the scars, the bruises,

Seal your wounds, like a second skin

My love enfolds you.

Sometimes I see you scratch it off in anger,

Only to find yourself too raw to stand so exposed.

Sometimes I peel it off you, gently,

And cover your tenderness with my touch,

Skin to skin, I dim my burning light,

And silence for a while.

 

©jsmorgane (Feb 2015)

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One Comment

  1. Such a dynamic first encounter captured in this verse.

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