although your cool disdain I felt
in flickered lid I saw
The flicker in the flicker
carried from your flaming locks
more than attention piques
to contemplate the fire within
the price this heart is but the ask
to hear it from your lips
but patience must win out
your coyness fans the flame
and spurs this steed to start the game.
A response to the poem Bookworm by R.C. deWinter
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