Jo Barber 19h
The stars,
the moon,
the never-ending,

Two lovers joined
in ecstasy,
their arms wrapped,
legs wrapped,
hearts wrapped.

If one burns up,
the other burns with them.
And like incense our scent takes to the air.
Ascending before we fall.
Her and I.
We burst into fire.
Our eyes a gaseous mixture. 
Ignited by the touch of skin.
Kindling the many thoughts we keep of each other.
A crackle blown out.
Accented in desire,
Our yearning ignites.
We hold ourselves unselfish,
Keeping warm.
Separate stems bonded as one. 
Our inner voice visible. 
Bypassing worry, our doubt.
A piece of us both, dissipating in a slow burning.
To give more than we've taken in unspoken communication.
We fell in ash.
Our scent a prayer sent to heaven. 
To always remain this way. 
Even after our extinguishing.
May we linger.
Forever more.
Falling fast asleep in each other's arms.
Leading each other to a place we call love.
Until the last ash drops
As broken he was
A burning flame resided still
he smiled vaguely
Burning bridges momentarily wondering why.
Why were these built in the first place.
In this time in my life i was seeking to make ends and finish things with someone in my life. Sadly the bridge is on fire but still remains
Abigail Hobbs Apr 17
The flame!
The flame!
The flame of my heart
burned only for you
The flame no longer eternally
ablaze for you
Free me from this melancholy
I've been feeling
The flame!
The flame!
The flame is put out after you
Now let's set fire to yours too!
AllyRose Apr 16
Her magic held captive.
A strange feeling lingers in the air.
The saints take blame for the sinners sins.
There is sorcery everywhere.
They light fires.
They burn witches.
What goes around comes around.
She has a temper that can burn down bridges.
Danielle Apr 10
Oh, Darling.
You can’t fix yourself by breaking someone else.
No, perhaps I can’t Love,
But when the heat rises up in me.
Making my skin glow,
Lining the holes in me with molten gold,
Perhaps I can burn them down.
Raze their structured beliefs
Until there’s nothing but choking thick ash.
If something survives it is beautiful.
If something new grows in that new fertile ground
Then it is precious.
When that destructive rage just makes you want to burn down bridges in the most spectacular way.
I see fire bloom in the distance
Spewing out a cloud of smoke
It wilts into grey piles of ash
And coats the air with it's cloak
I actually saw the flames from this fire last night. It kept getting bigger and smaller, and I just really hope everyone is okay (no one gets hurt).
Ya Boi Apr 9
Her heart an ever-burning monument to loves fervent fire
A fire that graces every crease of her supple young face
A smile that warms her laughter with endless affection
A laugh that casts away struggles, fear and pain

A restless flame cast from hell itself
Churning inside her toiling body
Lighting the way her will commands it
A path determined for her glorious triumph

However long the flame burns
However fiery the flame remains
Residing in her is an essence
Residing in her is the means of change
Aflaha Apr 7
I don't know who I am
They tell me I am fire
I don't quite agree
I think I might be a lamp
That burns with all its might
Not that the winds aren't cruel
And the sun doesn't shine
It's magnificent light on me
But its in the dark night
That I keep burning
And it is the travellers
In search of their self
And the madness in their eyes
That keeps me going
No love lost, No love found.
All I hear is the beating sound, My own heart burning away. Wanting to come again, but not this day.

                                  With love,  
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