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Bob Ludden
http://www.essex1.com/people/robert/
I bring you fire as offering, my love;
Its fever both a warning and a tribute pure.
No flame can emulate the heat of my desire.
For in my touch burns only ecstasy
We share, yet flesh of one is fused from two--
And in the very act, I press it home
And in its roaring blast, a benediction
to our love...no dross remains
To foul its wake,
For what is left is love immaculate,
And ours alone to chill
