bonfire

forgetting she was a bonfire
called herself a candle
but the wind that carried
the train of her dress

burnt a city in its wake

a city i tried to stay away from.



rural headed
distant minded
only longing to feel something
anything



but the raging flame of the bonfire babe
was more than i needed to bear



heart breaker
taking my ventricle
as a holiday spot



the sound of my heart
overpowers the sun
but no need for her

a raging tower of bamboo
popping diastolic and systolic guns
the racers off

blood vessels
tested in the marathon of emotion

positive for performance enhancement

positive for hours before the mirror

positive for the knocked breath

from the unprepared lung

and the glimpse of her back

as she looks to the mirror



and the invitation to the theatre
stuck in the back of my mind
waiting on an usher
to find a suitable seat
beside the possiblity
of getting to know her more...



and the silence adds a spoon of salt
instead of a cup of sugar

the mouth dries
and the soul
finds a river
in the blood.