if denied the warmth they yearn
rotisserie hearts predictably turn
enflaming selfish tongues to burn
glowing embers smolder & smoke
rising ashes threaten to choke
old conflagration easily stoke
innocents witness this ugly scene
wonder what white hot words may mean
soaking up pain of blame too keen
pour confessions’ water on flames
douse wildfire of relationship games
let forgiveness speak our new names
a poem in my pocket 
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