04. She

Chronically untouched is too light and empty,

Overexposed is too strong, too heavy.

I've always been part of the latter party -

Never been invited to the former.

And she, she seems to know already.

I've never been known to be steady.

I trip over words, muddle my senses,

Instantly turn on all her defenses

Leaving my flame a latent desire

To spring forth in the wrong places,

Though I'm ever-coaxed to douse the fire

With nothing left but faint traces...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written August 2007.

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