The thought of your touch i g n i t e s me
Like a piece of paper catching f i r e in thin air,
And the rising s m o k e s are all the sighs I breathe
When I realize you're not even there.
And the a s h e s that dissipate everywhere
Are the fragments of a fictitious memory,
Where your love e a t s me like fire does wood; so very rare
And your s c o r c h i n g kisses paint me
With every shade of red there is to see;
You cure my i n f l a m e d heart with a mere stare.
YOU ARE READING
Glittering Ashes
PoetryI am a burnt paper doll, all coarse soot and bitter, but the light from his eyes makes ashes glitter.
