if love was the
flame,

we caught it
in our
teeth

to pass between
our lips

‘til first hint of
breeze

showed us it was
a tease.

feasting upon
flame

to feel desire’s
taste

upon tongues that
yearns to feel
it burn

as ashes
frost the face.

fractured and
lagged..

expressions
roll,

as we fade all
outer light,

halfhearted, she fingers
half healed
bruises

and we unravel
tonight.

be my last
dance

in the flame
room,

won’t let your
plush hair

brush the
dirt,

should we flee
in time

to escape
night,

may we find
our truth

or
worse?