The Embrace Poem by Charmaine Sinclair

like smoke,
fingers intertwined
heated passion cries

arm curled around
into the very core of bones
molding two bright figures

bodies, barely apart,
smoldering at the slightest touch
burning,
until extinguished-
those fiery hearts

It could be a sultry night or
one filled with silver light
could have been the burn of day
or the splattered rain;

It could have mattered less
Within their embrace

destiny drives them
time consumes them
and instinct take control of them,
as they embrace