Cool smoldering coals lit aflame
dancing in the moonlight, finding life
heat rising, vivid orange rapidly growing
Higher, higher, out the cracked window frame.
It was when he touched me, the fire grew.
It engulfed the walls, licked the floor,
blew out the lamp lit candles, took the words,
racing, racing, through the doorknob.
Heart beat quicken, veins pump
the deep crimson red lava.
Gone is the cold, gone is the light.
Flame here to stay.
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