It Ain’t Gonna Happen Poem by Geoff Lathy

There was a blue flame
burning, burning
on that day, that day,
that fiery, fleeting day,
that passed breathlessly,
burning bright blue
in our mingling minds.
That day we stood
nakedly clothed in,
clothed in flame,
blue, bright flame,
clothing us in a
flickering, fiery
light, fiery,
flickering life,
standing naked,
yet we hid, we hid
in a flame-filled
tension, touching,
tears welling up,
welling up from
our depths, from
our depths, a smile,
burning, burning
blue flame, burning,
as on that bright,
breathless day when
we touched.