i_have_flamed_with_love blueberries for you in the morning of my affections, her breath is short wisps of quickly disappearing steam. a heart so cold, filled with empty attention. i watch her shiver, longing for the warmth of intimate concern and physical touch, but all that is present is absence. she cries my name, a mournful song of the desperate osprey forced to overwinter lonliness. she flys the same plaintive course above bare trees and dying leaves becoming the shadow of herself on the frozen ground. and so in the spark of passion's heat, i have flamed with love. commitment is the fire that thaws icy neglect. forget the days you shook and trembled. fall into the cozy warmth of perpetual embrace. 011111 ... unhinged nothing left but ashes phoenix_girls 200917 what's it to you? who go blather from