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She holds a sphere
of white hot light
in hands stretched high
to reach the night.
“Come Eros”, she prays secretly;
“come take this round
of your creation,
guard its flame
forever more
and I’ll dance sweetly
in the embers,
one man’s fire
seared into my palm.
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(c) 1995, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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(image from copyright-free site)
Seasonings 
I feel a sense of passion in these lines.
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Glad that came through – thank you, Charlie.
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Oh the steamy steam….and purity….of a young love!
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Yes…. and perhaps a middle aged love, and an old one too. 🙂
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You’re amazing. The thought behind the words is the stuff of life itself ..!
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Peter, YOU amaze me with your insight. Thank you.
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“smo(u)ldering music” I particularly like. Sometimes we find a middle man (or woman) doing the business of Eros.
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Ben, I remember replying to this comment days ago – where did it go? Strange…. It went along the lines of the fact that I really need to take a refresh course in mythology. Eros for me is about passion, love, desire – but I know the gods/entities in mytholgy are way more complex than that. It seems they all have two sides. At any rate, thank you (again) for your comment! 🙂
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One thing that sometimes happens to me is that I write a comment or reply, get distracted and so manage to close or click away from the post without actually having posted it. So it disappears while I think I’ve posted it. Perhaps that’s what happened to you here?
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Quite possible! Glad I’m not the only one…
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I love these deep water poems, Betty. A woman holding searing fire, dancing sweet to smoldering music! What an image! What an image! I dance inside your words and see worlds flickering out of the dancing of a candle’s flame!
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Glad you’re a fan of the deep water poems, Thomas. They come from a special place/memory/emotion that lives on and on and on….
Thank you so much!
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