You've made the air flammable. These walls are just paper. And blood is gasoline. You shouldn't have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn't want me to play with fire. I need a light.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The Tender Tinder Box
You've made the air flammable. These walls are just paper. And blood is gasoline. You shouldn't have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn't want me to play with fire. I need a light.
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<3 this.
Jon-the photo is brilliant, btw...plz be careful this week, pal.
Iain-the words almost lit my 'net browser on fire. ;-) One of my favorites.
Thanks for this gift on a Monday, fellas.
E
This is beautiful, I especially like the name. You have a magic touch for naming your posts. This is remarkable.
Love the photo didnt really get the poem.
The words are brilliant. They are very ... deep; that's why I love your posts.
Snufkin!
Loved the poem, I got an almost provocative vibe from it. I guess i was thinking of flames and fire ect in terms of passion. And then i loved the way you ended it by asking for a light. As if these to people want to ignite their love/passion/romance whatever! Nice work as always
Be Well
Coming on here is so comforting when you're own life is crazy.
this is so beautiful.
your words always speak to me.
And I thought I'd become fireproof, but I'm not.
I'm not.
And that scares me more than anything else at the moment.
You're far too dangerous to be near me and your hold on me is greater than I'd ever thought possible.
I don't see how you could possibly not notice how brightly you burn.
Or how many fingers you've burned. Fingers that were just trying to get a feel for you. Touch your arm lightly. Clasp your hand.
this is lovely (:
akmsdalk.
you capture all the emotions i've ever felt in my life, exactly how they were.
when you first came into my life, you shone so brightly and affected every aspect of me. i wanted you so badly. you ignited me. and it's like you continually poured gasoline on me. you knew i liked you. and you played games with me.
you're cruel.
i needed someone, and i thought it was you.
My all time favorite entry.
I burn.
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