Ash
The Greeks carved statues in ages long past
Beyond the norm, perfection in form, sculptures that last
One day you appeared, a woman without flaw
Suddenly my jaw dropped in awe, I think I just saw
A goddess in marble from that long lost age
She just said hi and walked by before taking the stage
Your dance sparks slow like a warm hearth’s glow
Then the wick catches like a box of matches and becomes an inferno
The fuel burns up quickly so you throw on more tinder
Before it dwindles the fire rekindles not yet devouring me into cinder
The incandescent smile, the charring stare, the heat upon your breath
I’m losing control, you’re searing my soul, like the witches fire from Macbeth
An everlasting flare so hot it hurts to be near it
My senses agree in ecstasy, your combustion of spirit
It seems like something I've been searching for my entire life
A conflagration of the imagination, cuts through me like a knife
Like the moon calls to the tide, I am a moth drawn to the flame
I bear a torch that’s left a scorch because you don’t feel the same
It’s hard to not have something for which you yearn
But you can’t desire to play with fire without feeling the burn
Just as suddenly as they ignited, my dreams go up in a flash
You don’t call me through the cloak of smoke and my heart turns to ash
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