Like a candle in the dark.
Like the first sip of coffee scalding the roof of your mouth.
Like acid pumping in an over worked muscle.
Like taught blistered skin that has lain in the sun to long.
Like a Hunka-hunka-burnin love.
Behind the look in our eyes.
Under the smile on our faces.
Over the sound of our voices.
Across the vast distance between our hearts.
A thought that can not be explained.
Feelings that must be shared.
An image that must be shown.
Words that must be spoken.
It always burns