Reaching For The Flame Poem by Stan Rodriguez

Dreaming of love, flying higher than the grass—that's smoked between the Sunday paper and wishing for silent whispers—
or a touch that floats on the wings of my desire.

Reaching for the flame of love,
searching for a hand in the quiet of the day
or the beauty of a joining night.

Burn me not—be my reward
I ache for you to take me in and have your way with me

To feel again—just keep emptiness away,
I've had enough of that—no need to revert to loneliness

I'd be content to share a moment
within each other's presence
and would willingly indulge in a warm embrace—
disown me not, allow me this final dream
to live in for a while—
before I wake and find you gone… again.