Spark
Pick me up and tenderly piece me back together
Create between us a bond, an intimacy
I feel like a razor has sliced the skin around my heart, it’s exposed, bare, naked
Walk away quickly if you must
But don’t ever look back for I will pierce you so sharply your charm will never work on another
Cradle me, hold me, drop me, burn me
But do what you must quickly or I’ll lose my concentration
© 2007 Rosemary Wilson