The Fire They Share Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

There are types of young love
that must be broken apart

For either or both lovers
to survive

Like alcohol to the inferno
their temperature gets hotter

Until nothing is left to share
except scorched remains

With no net to catch them
they fall into each other

Tumbling and hurling
like a flaming ball

A hunger unsated
devouring their passion

Their souls trapped and burning
—in the fire they share

(Westborough Massachusetts: April,2018)