By terry
Date: 10 July 2000

leftover

love like a wildfire consumes
                  the deadwood inside.
passion ablaze in the sun of my soul
devouring all, devouring nothing,
                  devouring 

the question becomes…
am I man enough to revel
                  in the beauty?
or will I piss on the flames
                  and forever
eat the bitter ashes of my leftover heart,
ashes of failure
leftover love
ashes of weakness
                  ashes 
                    leftover……again.