love's centigrade

the sun rises and it sets
within each molten kiss
each trail of your fingertips
becomes conflagration bliss

each ray of moonlight falls
leaving blight of lunacy
sweet words that are whispered
guaranty thought's truancy

with every moment near me
my heart becomes a pyre
willpower burns to ashes
lust's incendiaries fire

when two hearts burn so brightly
thus becoming only one
then love's rising centigrade
is equal to the sun's

© Trish Shields
121205


 

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