Tender Tinder

February 9th, 2002 | Sabertooth

[Sabertooth]

Tender Tinder

So recently, and yet a time agone,
Our tender tinder nestled, unremarked.
By flinty sense, conclusions seemed forgone…
But no-- a glint of something else was sparked.

With Winter all around us growing colder
To perigee of Solstice in December…
How lowly did it linger small and smolder,
While we ignored the light within the ember?

And then… a wind upon our kindling blew.
Recurling wafts of passion rose like smoke,
Incensing us… Igniting what we knew…
And from that ash, bright tongues of fire spoke…

Our flaming hearts are hearths that burn and beat;
My Sweet, the mountains melt before our heat.

[Sabertooth]

Figured you'd show up after Tex started talking about his panties.

[Texaggie79]

I thought that was our little secret....

[Sabertooth]

Your poem embodied the spirit of romanticism it's captivating, brilliant, daring and dissolute.

Wow. Thanks, Victoria, truly.

But "dissolute?"

How about wanton?

[kassie]

:)

[Victoria Delsoul]

How about wanton?

You think so?

[nunya bidness]

Speaking of boats did you ever hear the song by Judy Garland entitled, "Make Believe/Who Cares If My Boat Goes Upstream" from the album, "Till the Clouds Roll By?"

If you don't have it you should.

[Texaggie79]

WHAT? how much have you had to drink mister?

[harpseal]

BTT

[Alamo-Girl]

Thank you so much for the great poem, Sabertooth!

And thank you for the heads up, MeeknMing!

[TigersEye]

Our flaming hearts are hearths that burn and beat; My Sweet, the mountains melt before our heat.

Toldjya.

[.30Carbine]

You did tell me. And you were right.