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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Mar 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.30.21.51.21649]] |
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You started with sparklers, lit by one kiss softly given, that made something in me shine sparkling in the night leaving a ghost trail on my half parted lips, Then you moved on to bottle rockets and held me close so I would not fear the report, the whiz, or the flash. Next it was roman candles, each shot a small thrill knowing another would follow, and now my love, you offer a ground rocket, and reach out to steady my fingers, when i touch flame to wick then hide in your arms, afraid to look away for even an instant. I don't want to miss one single damned moment of the light show you make in my heart. |