the combustion of a heart
begins with a look
sly and half seen
caught in a stolen glance
with mirth filled eyes
it continues with awkwardness
stumbling steps toward each other
and nervous laughter inbetween
shy looks, smiles, spoken words
verbal swordplay pushes and gives
testing defenses and offers of advance
quickly the attack ensues
baracases fall to the forward line
blushing pilgrams and glittering orbs
rings of color surrounding depthless night
fires burn ignite and burn
through the dawning light
ablaze with passion
need and a desire
the divine secrets of the Ya-Ya sisterhood
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