it's three in the
morning on a
tuesday night
and i'm up
far too late.
too much,
caffiene and too
little to do are
all to blame for
this state of
affiars.
all the while
she lies like an
ember at the edge
of my thoughts,
a smouldering reminder
of what i strive
to attain and
that what i desire
exists.
but she constantly
threatens to ignite
me into the flames of
passion and the burning
desire of foolhardy
impatience. so i turn
away from
the alluring stare of
smouldering eyes that
catch my soul a-fire.

AcB 7.6.99