Things We Didn't Say After The Fire

Slovby alva24 Apr 2015

An after thought amongst the rubble
A second glance
A trying of chance to burn my hands
Starting with my fingertips
Slipping mine into its
Own slim line burning stick twist
Stumps on wrists
Hot grip
White flame lip kiss
On the back of my hand
Like I knew it so good
Like a misunderstood mouth that’s bliss blisters
With heat tricks
The lingering smoke thick
Even after the fire has gone
Like I, smokey aftermath perfume on
Choking tears wet
Coal ember tingle sparks of forget
Scar in the shape of a mouth of regret