Flames
Silence.
Not even the crickets are chirping
their rhythmic melody.
The grass forms a sweet, fragrant pillow
beneath my head.
Overhead, the moon is full,
full of promises, or lies
or sympathy.
The stars have all fallen
from the sky,
and set my heart on fire.
There’s no other way to explain
how I’m feeling tonight.
no explanation for the fact
that my soul’s burning.
I am burning for you.
It is so foreign a feeling for me,
these flames that are scorching me.
I am not in love,
I tell myself.
And yet I hunger,
I burn for you.
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