Smouldering.

How do you capture
The inner fire of passion
When it’s smouldered down
To a mere glowing coal?
Perhaps the time isn’t right
For blazing heat
Maybe the coal needs protection
Breathe life into it
And gather more fuel.

Scorched.

Seared flesh
Iron burn
Thumb knuckle
Running tap
Cold water
Ice cup
Awkward movements
Towel dry
Honey smother
Loose bandage
Elevate hand
Brush teeth
Goto bed
Ignore pain

(30 March 2015)

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[ thankfully the pain stopped during the night, I think it was at the point that the burnt skin died and stopped sending messages to my brain, for in the morning the knuckle was numb ]