in the burning wait

your heat branded me 

in places only you will see 

singed the soft skin 

of sovereign segments 

throbbing 

in the burning wake 

in the burning wait 

of tender healing kisses 

all the while knowing 

that will stoke the coals 

feed the yearning 

for the hot iron to strike 

once again

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