Flame Poem by Shogunoka Ledesma III

You are the flame
Of this dying ember
Fueled by your warmth I breathe
On that cold July night.

Remember when you came?
You were a spark to this cinder
This wooden flesh you unsheathe
Caught in the spell of your light

And you burn my bones unburied
In my scorching anguish
You stood upon me fiery red
This burning desire you must extinguish

Oh burning love I fed
My strength is almost diminish
I cup your wick as we lie in bed
And wait for the night to finish.