two fingers

I burned two fingers today,
and it reminded me,
a moment after the pain,
of You;

I just did not think,
as I instinctively,
reached for the coffee pot,
which had been
sitting on the grill,
to keep it hot;

and I must tell you,
that I love you so much,
that I would gladly
burn my fingers again,
for You,
but I think I would rather
use them to do
what I know how
to do,
and I rather suspect
that You would too.

August 23, 2009, for the Wifey.

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