There are types of young love
  that must be broken apart

For either or both lovers
  to survive

Like alcohol to the inferno
  their temperature gets hotter

Until nothing is left to share
  except scorched remains

With no net to catch them
  they fall into each other

Tumbling and hurling
  like a flaming ball

A hunger unsated
  devouring their passion

Their souls trapped and burning
   —in the fire they share

(Westborough Massachusetts: April, 2018)