Fire's Touch
We pass by without touching. I didn't touch you, when you wanted me to. Fire remains undiminished though. The deepest need to touch is fire in the hand, and air in a kiss. Echoes of touch and fire, come down the night streets of this dirty city too cold for fire, but fire burns even in ice. Touch exists even in hands with no feeling left. I touch you now. The fire ignites. The city is cleansed in this fire from you and I.