campfire smoke
wafts across my face –
gazing pensively into the fire
wishing for the one
who taught me to burn
combustible
03 Jun 2013 9 Comments
in gogyohka, poetry Tags: fire, longing, missing you, passion
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whimsy~mimsy 
Jun 03, 2013 @ 01:59:38
Wondering if that’s the same person you’re with now and if the fire is still burning.
janet
Jun 03, 2013 @ 02:57:53
lol I’d email you the answer. Otherwise…I take the 5th. 🙂
Jun 03, 2013 @ 03:16:56
I didn’t know you worked for the IRS! Maybe you should drink a fifth instead. 🙂
Jun 03, 2013 @ 03:45:23
Haha. One gin and tonic and I’m under the table. Give me a glass of wine or a beer and all my secrets are yours. Lol.
Jun 03, 2013 @ 02:04:08
Loved this
Jun 03, 2013 @ 02:58:20
🙂 thank you…
Jun 03, 2013 @ 22:08:12
Sensitive and sensual. Love it.
Jun 04, 2013 @ 09:53:43
Thank you 😉
Jun 04, 2013 @ 15:24:07
🙂