Our eyes danced in the candlelight
gliding to the melodies our mouths wrote for one another
I watched your lips flicker like a flame when I carelessly opened the palm of my hand under the heat of your gaze
letting a few of my cards drop from the deck closest to my chest;
they say an open flame needs to be fed repeatedly to prevent it from smouldering
to prevent what once started as kindling ignited with an instant strike
(of a match)
from turning into a thick smoke drifting like the passing of time…
you smirk, sitting across from me.
The candlelight dancing in all the right places.
I guess a match has struck, kindling sparked
a little fire has started to burn in your eyes-
I take a deep breath;
Whilst your heat beckons me;
Breathe in deep while I can.
Somewhere in the distance I see a thick smoke starting to drift.