When flint hits the timber,
Like the zap and pow of eyes interlocking
I’m on a one way path unable to change course
Stronger than gravity
There’s no steering away
I see You seeing me,

And I wonder.
Can we fan this to flame?

A call
A message
A face

A smile
A hug
An embrace
Can we fuel the fire?

A kiss
Or several
And repeat.
Can there be more to go by?

Then I remember,
It’s just a spark
Hanging on
And when there’s nothing to go by…

It’s gone.

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