The Writers' Circle

The stronger he tries to fight her, the harder she burns;
her yearning for him curled around her
is her only desire.  Though he turns away,
for her it is the same:
the fire in her eyes; wilder and brighter
it rages, 'til a whiter flame
you can find nowhere.
And through her hunger she learns
that she will never tire of pain; the longer she yearns
to be enough, the less there becomes of her;
she pines - a sick animal
for love
or something.