That first line is a great hook. I love the way there are two tones playing against each other. From a serious tone like "My perspiration and my tears are one" then to something playful like "so I don’t know what makes me wet." That line is also my favorite. A great short poem.


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I like how it fights with ambiguity. Only poetry can deal with ambiguity. There are many tradeoffs. Emotions an drives seem irrational and euphoric at the same time. Living with uncertainty is a skill.

very graphic in a good way. it brings a lot of emotions in me. the rhyming was really cool in the 4th line . the dichotomy between the idea of a slow burn as a long enduring process and a fiery painful experience was titillating.very passionate as well. a lot of intimate energy. great job.

Acceptance is a slow burn- just enough heat to make me sweat

My perspiration and my tears are one, so I don’t know what makes me wet

Sticky, suffocating, my lips are haunted by your ghost

Yet they long to feel your kiss amidst this steamy, gleaming, glow.

But if not the slow burn of acceptance that you’re not some enigmatic mage

Then risk my heart, ablaze by you, with fiery fits of rage


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The Slow Burn of Acceptance