These lungs are still.
As flameless fire,
We are breathing dead smoke.
Looking back at our love,
began full of sparked ignitions and frictions of heat,
red flames of
passion
love
lust
trust
and comfort
perhaps over sticks not coal.
We heard a whisper...
"to enjoy a lasting fire one must have a good foundation,
coal is key
not sticks nor paper
or it will burn out fast"
When tested, our fire sizzled out.
flameless love sticks was all we had to work with.
no foundation of coal.
nor that signature paper.
We've sat blowing at these sticks from all sides
with hope of catching one last spark,
trying to awaken the fire once again.
Campaigning within ourselves
let's live again, lust again,
love Against and beyond
ourselves
Have we lost sight of the ground?
taken by the wind of life's happenings
now barely touching at fingertips
we've forgotten the lips
that whispered
foundations of a true love's lasting fire.
are we hopeless?
our love flames are breathing on sticks
not coal.
both locked on exhale
no oxygen to our souls
back, neck and head coiled
like a lifeless corps
hanging from the spine
we are dying, Love
we've blown all through and through
and I know somehow I still love you
but while sitting in this thick cloud of smoke
I fearfully ask
how do I breathe for I and you?
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
These lungs are still.
As flameless fire,
We are breathing dead smoke.
Looking back at our love,
began full of sparked ignitions and frictions of heat,
red flames of
passion
love
lust
trust
and comfort
perhaps over sticks not coal.
We heard a whisper...
"to enjoy a lasting fire one must have a good foundation,
coal is key
not sticks nor paper
or it will burn out fast"
When tested, our fire sizzled out.
flameless love sticks was all we had to work with.
no foundation of coal.
nor that signature paper.
We've sat blowing at these sticks from all sides
with hope of catching one last spark,
trying to awaken the fire once again.
Campaigning within ourselves
let's live again, lust again,
love Against and beyond
ourselves
Have we lost sight of the ground?
taken by the wind of life's happenings
now barely touching at fingertips
we've forgotten the lips
that whispered
foundations of a true love's lasting fire.
are we hopeless?
our love flames are breathing on sticks
not coal.
both locked on exhale
no oxygen to our souls
back, neck and head coiled
like a lifeless corps
hanging from the spine
we are dying, Love
we've blown all through and through
and I know somehow I still love you
but while sitting in this thick cloud of smoke
I fearfully ask
how do I breathe for I and you?
Copyright © 2017 Tsholo Khumalo
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