Burn Me, Kill Me, Revive Me

It is I,

who is afraid,

who feels blazed,

with what a touch could bring.

A touch,

of your fingers,

of your nose, lips, mouth,

of your heart.

But it is your love,

that all consuming love,

of which I die for,

of which I am alive for.

Author's Note

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