Raging Love // Hearts of Ash
I shout how they warned us
Always, they told us, not to play with matches
Secrets divided us
They told us.
Fire cannot be controlled
Lies will keep us alive.
Fire is is wilder than water,
Why didn’t I listen?
It’ll spread, they said
Its only a spark, you said
So mesmerizing
Standing a little close, they whispered
Only soon, each were loved
That’s hot, we said
Careful, don’t get burned
Both were lost,
What lovely flickering tongues
But soon they loved.
Cautious, we will be
They say—
What do they say?
Without them saying,
near silence claims their space around us
It happens, what they always said
Our fire
It starts to spread
Ash by ash,
Were they right?
Spark by spark,
Should we have listened?
Rock by rock,
But then it stopped.
They are the ones who should have listened, we think
Our fire burned
Longer
It sizzled.
Hotter
Our fire was alive
We no longer heard them say
You, I, and Our Fire
Then came Summer,
roaring in,
rays blazin’,
Summer sucked our air dry
But our fire thrived.
We gaze into its orange heart
On each inhale,
Our flames climb higher.
With each exhale,
Our cores blaze hotter
And hotter
I’m hot, I groan
So tired, you gripe
The fire mocks us,
As it dances with the sun,
weaving between
blazing waves of heat.
The flames of which are now their own.
We thought we were free from these emotions which control us.
Uh, oh.
Fire is much more wild than water.
Burning hot.
There’s no escaping,
Sighs of pure exasperation.
What used to be soft crackles,
Oh, so slow.
Now hissing demands,
echoing from every direction.
Tears of fire begin to flow.
A fire that burns this hot;
wants more,
craves, more.
needs more.
They spew around us,
in between,
And, through us.
Why didn’t we listen?
The flames,
they stop, finally
They stop dancing so wildly.
Before long,
we doubt they’ll dance at all.
Spitting & sputtering,
Little sparks,
kiss our bare flesh,
Inflicting the last bits of pain,
as a dying fire does.
On the last of it’s victims,
as they lay,
Very much hoping,
that they are too,
are dying.
Once again,
Spring is nearing.
Two pair of lungs,
continue to flutter
Not often or deep,
Sometimes hardly at all.
Eyes that do the same,
Always more mad,
Seeing gray.
more tired,
Than the other.
More sad,
Hearing static.
more numb,
Than the rest.
Feeling nothing.
Who knew
getting burned,
would feel like nothing at all?
Spring showers dampen what
remains among the ash,
That which used to burn,
fierce.
wild and fierce, it burnt.
Perhaps
Too wild.
Too fierce.
That which was us;
We burnt bright,
Hot,
Bright,
and way too fast.
Nothing like the surviving coals,
now cooled.
Did anyone really think it would last?
Who would have thought,
that they might have been right?
No more sparks to ignite
Only
Ash,
Two souls,
And their charred hearts.