The Flames Dance Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

The Flames Dance



Saturated in writer fluid,
lost feelings self ignite

Inebriate of a time distilled,
drunk in the burning light

Memories aging 100 proof,
the flames all dance alone

Memories aging 100 proof,
—this fire now my home

(Plane To Las Vegas: January,2018)

Sunday, January 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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