Chicano Poet

Friday, May 28, 2010

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


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