Drawn to my merry, dancing flame
I burn your fingertips like searing wax
Before it turns into a subtle layer of protection.
I run my fingers all over you,
Find the scars, the bruises,
Seal your wounds, like a second skin
My love enfolds you.
Sometimes I see you scratch it off in anger,
Only to find yourself too raw to stand so exposed.
Sometimes I peel it off you, gently,
And cover your tenderness with my touch,
Skin to skin, I dim my burning light,
And silence for a while.
©jsmorgane (Feb 2015)