By Sympathi
Date: 17 August 1999

BURN

I can feel the warm touch of you.
Slowing warming me as you caress,
my shoulders, my face, touching me
as lightly as a breeze.
I can feel my body warm, getting hotter,
as the heat you bring starts a fever.
I glory in the pleasure of the here and now,
knowing that soon there will be not but pain
and suffering, once your warm touch as heated 
me, and you have left leaving nothing behind 
but the burn that marks your passing.