I know oh how I know
It is so real
Just dancing beyond my reach
Like a succulent peach
Its burns so hot
So bright, the intensity of a thousand flames
Wanting to reach for it, hold it in my soul
So fearful that it will consume me
Burn me at its mere touch
Yet so full of longing for it
A desire so strong
I turn away from it
Not ready to explore its temptation
So afraid of its intensity
I know oh how I know
It is so real
Just dancing beyond my reach
Like a succulent peach
Succumbing to its tantalizing spell
I turn back to it
Reaching out, touching it
Pulling back my hand
Palm imprinted with its flame
Crying out in vain
Too much , much too much
For this soul
Walking away knowing
The time is not for me
But the promise is lingering

i can feel what you are writing..

it sounds like it could be a song

words just flow from you.. like an unbidden river.. I feel it!

This is a great one sis
It just bounces along and still has the same impact as your other wonderful words

the weary propectress
pans with practiced hands
a slurry of mud
and pebbles and sloshing sand

this wide and dented steelpan
corroded on one edge
spills over as she has
done ten thousand times

but this time
there is a glint
of misshapen dull color
just a little
more orange than yellow

in the bottom of the wet gray steel plate
at the deepest point