I’ve danced with fire too many times,
these scars mirror the different lines
I’ve crossed when I should stayed on my side.

You’ve been burned, too, I can see
your flames flicker brilliantly.
There are some things your brown eyes can’t hide.

Soon our steps will get in sync.
We will start to know more than we think,
feel more confident with embers than our pride.

Soon the walls will disappear
along with every spark of potential fear;
charred marks decorate memories, unsatisfied

by the hope that soon magnified.

11.23.18