Arsonist (a love story)

So carefully she works  
A frown of concentration covering the sky
Layering the kindling just so    
Sticks then logs stacked with utmost care    
A pyre to warm her hands in a frozen world
A flint emerges and is struck with razor sharp wit    
A small, shy smile as the kindling begins to glow    
Oh so gently does she breath this fire to life
Coaxing, willing, pleading that the spark hold    
A grin of pure mirth as the kindling bursts into flame    
A laugh of elation as the fire blazes
A fire built from the kindling of my life    
I am consumed by flame    
A furnace of heat purifying my soul
Burnt to ash I rise as a phoenix and laugh at my life that was    
My laughter echoed by the arsonist of my soul

  • Author: Ryszard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 21st, 2022 11:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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