Ways I Have Burned

Ways I Have Burned

A Poem by Yheela

The first time he was blonde with bright gray eyes, cool and wonderfully cynical.

My matches weren't enough, his corners weren't even singed.

Me, I burned my fingers more than once.

The second time he was blue-eyed and laughed at life.

I only needed one try, it crackled and glittered.

A sparkler that I had let go of, because the sparks burned my hand.

The third time he was serious with a soft smile.

The peat immediately caught fire and I put my hand in the warmth.

I never noticed how it burned me more than it gave warmth, it was so nice to burn.

The fourth time he was dark with mysterious green eyes.

I had barely even lit the match before it ignited.

Fierce flames licked my soul and destroyed everything, there's nothing left, only ashes.

© 2015 Yheela

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These flames, these fierce curves of light that flow around you and through you, how they have left their marks in smoke and ashes. So much heat and light and flames in the touch of desire. And you say it so powerfully through your soul. xo

Posted 4 Years Ago


4 Years Ago

Thank you.
good one! You have a knack for simple imagery and making it work very well!

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4 Years Ago

Thank you.

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Added on February 12, 2015
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A Poem by Yheela