By Jen Meyers
Date: 17 February 2000

You are the Torch Bearer

If I could I would lose it.
I would delight in every minute.
Pick me up to.
Don’t stand me but carry.
(The torch)
Your strength will commit.
My robes may be overbearing.
Send me to where we can exist,
Far from here.
I can’t resist.

My sin will only bless.
My virgin goddess dress,
Will burn from my breast.
And so will yours.
I do listen to your words.
What you said.
Yours will burn first,
Catching mine aflame.
It will spread,
Onto innocents’ bed.

It’s smoke awakening,
Beckoning,
Shall settle to rest on the floor.
The warmth still apparent.
All around it.
The ashes slowly cool.
Resting silent and calmly,
To only be awakened again,
If conditions set it right.