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How can I survive wanting you.
The mere suggestion of your touch
causes my desire to burn.
Smouldering feelings fanned to a flame.
You must feel the warmth
yet you do not feed the fire.
I long to become a raging inferno.
But remain  an accidental
short-lived flare-up.
Because you choose not to.

I am a smouldering ember.
You come to me like gasoline
spilled upon the ground.
Flowing towards me.
Aware of the explosiveness
when we get close enough.
I cannot control ignition
its involuntary,  spontaneous.
It's combustion.
And we are both consumed
by the flames of desire.
Because you chose to.

My heart is a smouldering ember.
Glowing,  yet alone in the darkness.
Longing to brightly burn
but resigned to becoming ash.
As a fire not attended,
not stoked, goes out.
If so,  so be it.
Because  I choose to.
Because mere survival
is not enough.