you run from roof to cellar
but i catch you in the corner
and my arms reach out to touch you
but your eyes are boiling fire
and i'm turning running from you
and you're chasing me before you
and you catch me to adore you
that the world may endure
now we're both in mortal danger
running through the boiling fire
never mind the bricks and mortar
let the energies all flower
three score ten then six foot under
let nobody cast asunder
our love and our wonder
and our boiling firepower
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers