The Fire

The sun flicks a sheen ‘cross her long curly hair

And reflects from the depths of her eyes of despair

And projects her despair through my skin to my soul

And injects in my heart, searing hot like a coal.

 

Now the coal in my heart spreads the flame to my veins

Coursing hot through the vessels, fire-cleansing my brain

Searing straight to my lungs, sucking air from my breath

Til the fire’s finished spreading its merciless death.

 

In the wake of the blaze, when the ashes have cooled

There I stand with the gaze of a guilt-ridden fool

And she stands with the eyes of a heartbroken child

Softly mourning the love that my lies have defiled.

 

But the fire left ashes in the place of my soul

And the hardening coals keep me weighted and cold

But she’s starting to freeze, and I must make her warm

So I relight my coals so she lives through the storm.

   

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