How does one placate and extinguish the fire of love
The passion that has burned from embers of coals to uncontrollable englufing flames.
These flames once made a home for you
To Nestle in the warmth like a dragon in it's hearth
The flames need air and so to do I when smothered they turn to ash just as we both have
That warmth and flame has shifted every so slowly to a heat that starts to burn.
It hurts
It hurts your body constricting and tightening. Stealing breath from your lungs.
******* tears from your eyes that would make pools of salty shapes.
For those who walk by the trample through
Love you have fueled me like the food in my belly
Love you have burned me
Charring the flesh of mine from nape to navel turning the elesticity of skin into indistinguishable matter.
As the fire reaches it's timeline of life we must not try and revive it.
It has lived it life and had it's time
Nothing could replace the value of that fire of love
But fires do go out and we must be be the fire master of our own fire.
Tending to ourselves and feeding our souls fire because that is the one fire that must never be let to dwindle and extinguish