Four A.M. Pyromaniac (May Numbers Challenge)
I remember when
you took out those matches.
Pulled the red tip over the matchbox
and started that fire.
It happened so fast.
Your eyes glued to mine.
Watching me watch you,
as you threw the flame to the ground.
Stunned, I watched it burn bright
lighting up the night,
I was mesmerized.
Then
I pulled you away.
I moved my lips up to yours,
looked right into your eyes,
whispering
…behave…
as I kissed you.
Do you want me to?
Yes… and no.
I don’t want to.
I know you don’t. But I warned you about fires.
Mmmhmm I know.
Then I reached out, took the matches from your hand, and pulled you down the path, as the fire continued to hiss and crackle behind us.
Myra 19:45 on 06/05/2015 Permalink |
I love this poem, Oona. It’s so good I was wondering if it was a lyric. I even tried googling it.
Elle 00:54 on 07/05/2015 Permalink |
Same here, it is a beautiful poem, Oona.
Oona 01:54 on 07/05/2015 Permalink |
Thank you Elle, I appreciate it so much. 🙂
Oona 01:53 on 07/05/2015 Permalink |
Thank you so much Myra. I’m gonna actually try to do some writing this go around. hehe