Rousing The Flame

The day was wrong,
When at first sight
Nothing happened to ignite.

Or so it seemed,
Since paths can cross
While otherwise engrossed.

Everything in its time,
As some connections
Require making preparation.

And after a long while,
Flung back together setting
Much better beginnings.

Slowly over each hour
Within secret exchanges,
Along private frequency ranges.

What had reappeared
As barely even a spark,
Hid much more in its dark.

Taking steps closer,
With strength drawn from
Their moment having come.

Cautiously moving forward,
Through embers of desires
To what such heat inspies.

Each for the other
Oxygen, rousing the flame
Where love blazes again.

Ria 2016