You are Mahogany,
Brown, strong and beautiful.
My eyes are dark but you see the sparks,
Like a promise kindling at your side.
I would like to lay, stay a while,
but I will light your shade.
This fire within me will ignite you--
Until both are consumed.
I am no longer
me and you
are no longer
you.
Embers remain
a smoldering testament to the blaze
that once was me
and you,
like ashes
got a little blown away.