Dedo

What do you want from me, I wonder?

What pain so sweetly spurts embers from within?

How do I give way to such a fire that consumes without scalding?

How do I put to words such longing that is consummately engulfed in bleeding passion?

I know no art capable of capturing it, no vice capable of faltering such fidelity.

So I do what I know I must- I give in.