A Slow Start

your soul

sets on fire

the very essence

of to be

a tender flame forms

slow to start

then

takes off.

 

dark edges

soft in between

expand notions

of what you believe

stories rehearsed

naked in bed

sleepless night

nods to

sleepless nights.

 

hungry for more

despite doubts

that stole fuel

dug deep

your sorrow

endless

so it seemed

found stillness

one day instead.

 

funny is the flame

that now burns

where before

an empty room

cold breath

held claim.

 

run madly

through city streets

into arms

of your lover

the only one

who cools your desire

who causes time

to shrink back

and sigh.

 

your soul

set on fire

the very essence

of to be

a tender flame formed

slow to start

then

took off.

(c) Lynn M. Gampert