Little Flame

By William Snead



She’s my little fiery flame,

And Yo Shi was her name.

Her coal-black eyes and hair

Were not so very fair.



And those pretty dark eyes

Are darker than still night skies.

Her moist lips, soft in the Raven’s night;

Her tender arms, oh so tight.



Her rushing gaze

Engulfs me in a haze.

It’s a dream world I cannot name.

Far away with my little fiery flame.



The past is made present.