Love is a spark of light, a dazzling blaze of flame, like the accidents that happen in the untempered heat.
We feel the need to nurture it without shame and bring it to life as it dances among us. Sacred ritual of desire for our hearts. It gives the winter air a pocket of warmth as the breath of two lovers radiate between their lips. Shadows dance on the hearts of the stricken as the flames flicker and grow within their souls.
~Heather Duke
