Mine to Lose

 

You’re my Marlboro man with a fire

Fashioned for you to wield in your fingers

And fan the flames of my heart’s desire

As its fury strengthens, smolders, lingers.

The nearer you become temperatures rise

Until I’m perilously close to burned,

Proof I’m operating under the guise 

Of someone who has rightly lived and learned.

Your glow on my cheeks makes them rosy red,

Returns me to a child’s self-control.

Soon I can believe the sweet words you’ve said, 

Better countenance the beauty of my soul. 

To stay beside you I willingly choose,

Savoring each moment you’re mine to lose.

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