our love was stubborn
when it catched a fever.
the sting, the burn,
the fire that marked the forest
with it\'s spicy flames,
engulfed it in it\'s heinous games.
our love had smoldered into fume
you said: open the flume!
but instead i plastered my weak palm
on your forehead
and i felt your veins throb
like the flames in quiet calm.