With a love so like fire they dared not
Let it out into strawy small talk;
With a love so like a flood they dared not
Let out a trickle, lest the whole crack.
These two sat speechlessly;
Pale cool tea in tea-cups chaperoned
Stillness, silence, the eyes
Where fire and flood strained. Lex spotted this somewhere in Manhattan long ago, and I wrote it
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