Window  lines, a dressed building to the
nines.   Lady  in  a  red  dress, the streets
are filled  with madness, and fresh food
on  tables   covering   *****   streets  with
butted cigarettes. It's beautiful, chic. The
window smiles, the building sighs with
relief.   Tomorrow,  repeat.   Life  in  the
mercat.

© A. Leigh

I've always put my lovers
into a pen

Fuel for fire
Ink for words.

But no,
Those were not love
Not like this

For this is love:
the fire itself
and it has burned away all my pages;
previous chapters, titles and cover
Stripped bare
As it should

So here I stand in this raw rarity,
Speechless
While it burns and
burns and
burns

And I have never been happier
To  watch flames
grow higher.
I have never been happier
To feel your warmth.

© A. Leigh