
Some really fabulous lines in here Amanda.
I do wonder about this:
"Yes, I loved her
burning silently"
It seems a bit odd, the idea of her burning... though i realize it's you burning. Im' not sure you want both of you burning there but seriously that was the first thing that popped in my head.

Maybe if you politely, but forcefully, asked it to behave it might offer a solution that would be more amicable for both of you?

I write unruly poems, too. It's a pain, but then where would we be without all the suffering? hehehe. I love your poem. The beginning seemed a tad bumpy around the boys (ain't it always?) but I wonder if some of it might be smoothed out with reformatting/line break changes (?)-Just an idea. I hate it when people start rewriting my poems, so I won't dissect yours unless I know you want that sort of vivisection- I mean, nothing scalpel-ish. Just ideas about the formatting. The poem has a wonderful, edgy fragility- well, that sounds vague as hell. I experienced it as you having a passionate ambivalence, despite being madly in love on some level with this girl, and your ambivalence, rather than weakening your love, makes it all the more potent. And that is the mystery, the spiritual/psychoreligious whatevver you choose to call it, "sermon"....It's a marvelously conceptualised piece of writing and I enjoyed reading it very much. Thank you...C