Ambers of Love

February 8, 2012
By , Lewes, DE
A match is stirred by a flame,
to feed the waiting hunger
and in the midst of slumber
it wakes to a feast of heat.
Its blue flames lick at the night sky,
to test its concentration,
and shadows dance within the inferno
to admire their addiction,
but it’s the need that dares not feed
for it anticipates what’s coming.
The breeze is blowing in,
the smirk is dyeing down,
and left to flicker on the ground
is an amber of its love.

Burn Amber Burn
Fade Amber Fade
Back to the depths from which you came.
For love and a flame
Are one in the same.
A deep dark glowing crimson red
to a shallow simple dull black dead.





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