Passion dances on a match strike,
the burn so enticing, no whisper of a scar.
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Love creates both
fools and demons
when bed sheets are its only warmth.
Almost is an eternity when the heart
builds a nest from blindness.
Lust is a summer fruit that withers
when winter's chill snuffs its flame.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
I wrote it as a single poem, but then realized each line could stand alone.
#napowrimo2020 Day 29
Inspired by: #skyloverwordlist - match -
