Hotly Scored

Love is also blind.

Hotly Scored


A moth drawn to the flickering flame,
I keep reaching for you through the pain.

My unwavering hand hotly scored,
The scars renewed and brought forth.

Again I reach for your loving hand,
Gone in the flame, I can’t comprehend.

With deeply diminished vital signs,
Unlearned pain I own, it’s mine.








1/3/05