P O E T R Y

Touch

The Fire Within

Photo by Ivan Torres on Unsplash

From the high bluff
the sun burns molten
fire dancing on sea
the heat on my skin
blue fire in my veins

At night apple firewood throws sparks
just like when I first touched you
a day when rain freshened the air
in the glistening cedars by the ocean park
and you turned a face to me so filled with wonder

We have waited to recapture that moment
slowed by inertia’s rust and reticence
existing on a diet of delay and doubt
indecision worse than the wrong decision
and too often the right moment
slips unnoticed down the road

But I see the sun blaze in the molten sea
fire rising in a wavering sheen
and there is heat yet within you and me —
it all starts with just a touch

Thanks for reading…

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