Poles Apart

Dove Bathes in Light

My light

Is a fragile light;

A candle flame

That may be easily gutted or is it guttered?

I don’t know…

Yet, still, by the soft warmth of

Your breath,

Inspired to a greater glow.

–ooo—

My heart

Is a heart of ice,

Behind shutters of bullet proof steel.

My protective shield

May be raised in an instant

And will remain constant;

I am imprisoned here

In this darkeness

Until I see

Your smile.

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