There is hot red heat, rolling around
Behind our thoughts and eyes.
In each of us.
That smoldering love lava.
If you deny it, it waits.
It will find a way out.
Some give it too many checks and locks.
Some let it flow free.
A happy ground of pleasant radiation.
Without too much scorching
Is the middle to aim for.
The worse though, is those that have failed
To admit their need for Touch
Bringing scorn on We that Burn.
The fires will get them all.
One day.
You can’t live in the lonely cold.
