you were the flame
drawing me in
hypnotic
enticing
tempting
your flickering dance
of wit and word
as dangerous
as swordplay

it was easy
to believe
you were the
seductor
for i found
myself
constantly
being drawn in
entranced
by your
attention

and once
we closed
the distance
between us
we flared
a cacophony
of emotion
that threatened
to engulf
us both
burning
the very air
we shared
until we were
left ruined
hollow shells
crumbling with
the lightest
of breaths

as i sift
through the
ashes and dust
vainly searching
for gossamer threads
of fragile wings
i realize
that it was
i who was
the flame
and you
my most
unwitting
unwilling
victim

and how
does one
apologize
for razing
a heart?

12/02/2009

Posted on 12/02/2009
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