Love’s Fire
love’s fire is best not described
she moaned quietly
trees bursting into flame
when you least expect it
the river up in smoke
burnt to a cinder just like that
nobody called the fire department
she loved her 3rd degree burns
the blackened skin of passion
red lips crispy against other lips
she woke from her dream
she reached over to touch him
not a single burn mark on him
she went back to sleep still smoldering