enflamed...

Opening a book of poems
I was about to read,
When she arrived noiseless I did not notice,
Opening a book of poems
I was about to read,
When she left a leaf I did not notice,

And then leaves I turned
The book full of pages with words that me burned;

When she wrote fire, I did not care to note,
But words of the leaf singed my throat,
Like a strong brew, carrying the strongest blend,
'Gosh!' I said to myself,
'I am again enflamed!'

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