A Hot Cup of Poetry

Wet Flame

I'm sorry I don't have

That same fire in my soul

But when your eyes looked into mine

Back to your own red crackling coal

I saw your mind resolve and harden

Then your hands move down to follow

As you tried to give me your own flame

Fear not allowing you to swallow

I pushed your hands away

Oh! how did that sun ray bounce

Reflecting in the mirror behind us

And resting by the clock announced

Its bleak and raw departure

Now we were both left inside the dark

That grew ever colder and colder

As the night howl blew in dreary gloom

Just one pane from shaking shoulders

You looked at me in deadened sadness

Anger brought heat, but you had none

All that was left was the drop of tears

Pooling across that sea-glass floor