By daydreams@sprint.ca
Date: 20 April 2000

Desire

You weave endless flames
Of crimson fantasies
Into my embered heart
     I seek you as     air
Though you disappear
In the smoke of my wanting
Albeit, I foolishly stumble to grasp you
        Before the    summer    of your smile
        Escapes into tomorrow's suspense
My hands are cold for you...