Sparks of might-have-been.

Fiery flames lick at my heels
The vapors shimmy up my spine
One hue at a time
Branded by the heat, I am burning
The flames that sear me soar higher
The flame of desire
Dance around me in masquerade
disfigure my body . . . then go
I’m simmering slow
How could I refuse to partake of you?
It was love at first sight . . . we danced the night
Flickering ashes, airborne in the wind
Sparks of where we might have gone, where we’ve been
I’m fantasy, my life’s a mystery
Wax from our loins seep ever deeply
Yellow lights beacon to my soul,
Wonder where the sparks will blow;
When our joined hearts glow?
Enveloped in sensuous passion
Wondrous love never misses
Relishes kisses
So intense is our commitment
We can’t see Death cloaked in the dark
Pulling us apart
Fiery memories play themselves anew
How can I go on alone . . . missing you?
The flames once again flare inside of me
Our passion will burn for eternity
If I can’t have you, then you shall have me
Committed forever . . . infinity
Intertwined . . . what must be, will be
Darling, open your arms for me.

Published 2001 in my book, A Little Hope.