I can’t believe now that there was ever a time when I forgot we both were mortal. There was a time when neither of us seemed real.
Standing there, brown dress white polka-dotted, white gloves, white hat, and shoes to match--I still remember how she made me feel.
We were so alive! Her auburn hair and red lips lit a fire within me, like none I’ve ever known--warm waves wash and soothe… the auburn… ahh, slow, warm burn.
Her green eyes stayed with me long after I left her, brown and white, smiling from the top step of her uncle’s porch--eyes that begged me to return.
Eyes that watched me walk down the path and down the drive and down the road until I could be watched no more…
My eyes watched her, too, and once I’d wandered far enough, I crept through the bushes and saw her as she went inside and closed the door.
She was chocolate, and sugar-dotted, sweet enough to eat, warm enough to melt against my hand.
The first of any summer love, her gazes and smiles thrilled me like nothing anyone would ever understand.
Brown dress white polka-dotted, white gloves, white hat, and shoes to match. Auburn hair, red lips, green eyes. For me, a fire within!
I burned, I blazed. My chest filled with heat, swelled with fever. I carried the torch for days. I sweated, when asked the matter; I didn’t know where to begin…
But like all fires, the flame in time cooled down. The burning stopped, the yearning ceased, and all was ash inside.
How destructive first and passionate loves can be! You think the warmth is comforting--you overlook the future when you’re cold and realize part of you has died.
When fires die, they only leave destruction. They consume all life and create a wake of death and sadness and the deepest of despair.
Where has my mortality come from? How is it that I’m real? Search my soul for answers: ash and cinder are all you will find there.

02/20/2004

Posted on 11/14/2004
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