Branded

I thought I was ready for your kiss.
I wasn't.
No one is prepared for their first taste
Of fire.
And nobody knows how to hold a star
Gone nova upon their lips.
But there was no escape
I was captured, encircled
By your flame.
To be released only
After you had burned yourself into
my very existence.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is the mother of "Big Bang". A friend asked me to rewrite this - saving only two lines. I did, but I still prefer this one.

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