Restless Inferno
How warm the touch of a mother’s hand
How tepid the wash of that first bath in the sink
How temperate the first kiss upon one’s lips
How fiery the darkness of passion
How spark-prone comes reciprocal commitment
How hot the mantle of trust’s comfort
How smoke-hidden does truth await its time
How combustive rises honestly unbridled
How explosive the reality of fact
How restless inferno’s next beginning
I enjoyed and experienced every word…
Diana…🍃
Makes me wonder if cold-blooded creatures like snakes have any lust or love in them. But watching them bask in the sun like human sunbathers, makes me think they might have love and romance, especially the way they guard their young.
Ron