Ashes Hearts and Fire
Does fire need water
or intoxicating heat?
Imperfect balance;
A rhythm so strong,
the flip side or the same coin?
Cinders are what’s left
lock myself in your embrace;
Longing to be held;
Give a sweet whisper,
my heart is burning again
Chase out of control
Stop fighting it, forget safe;
Welcome eruption
ashes, hearts, and fire
Come taste me, I want what’s real.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2020
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