Fire Poem, by Aals, at My poetic side

flashing like fire

blending like paint

as good as a saint

as brief as a touch

as beautiful as love

fits like a glove

with the charisma of a dove

and power from above

i feel my pulse take control

i feel my hands move

and i trace an image

its all in my head

I’m using someone else’s lines

I’m drawing someone else’s life

soft voices and soft hands

i can read your mind

ill never get out of your head

our names embedded in the tracks

what happens when we touch

will it start a fire ?

Fire