Fire Dance

The still embers of the unwatched fire
a spark ignited
by the smallest whisper of hope.

Before I noticed
the fire raged:
flames consumed
and engulfed my
fevered brain.

Pulses racing,
my body revelled in its
dancing blithley
with the deadly flames

till again, yet again,
beaten and bleeding
my love lay
amidst the embers
of a fire
doused by tears.

by liz berg naude

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wow thats all I can say is wow.... this is amazing... and really relatable to anyone with a broken heart