The Fire They Share
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)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2018
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