don’t get too close to the fire,
they always say

but she longs to feel
the heat on her skin
every now and then

o how she feels alive and flooded by
the rush of blood to her head
birthed from his magic touch
time and again

when the day is done
she sits ensconced
in the beauty of midnight,
revelling in the thought of
welcoming dawn 
and falling for him
all over again


written for maypoeticwings 5/31, “time after time”

maypoeticwings is a Twitter poetry challenge hosted by @PoetessBecca and @BelezaAngel

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