fingers danced along your edges like a flame to a match, a perfect match
a cacophony of crackles and cries, an untameable blaze
running its course through a jungle to be extinguished with the dawn
vine legs wrapping and squeezing and grounding
all splintered lips and charcoal hands streaking skin so that
the ones that come after me will know i was here...
and the embers burned low and glowing and smiling
and the leaves fell behind us as silently as the birds did
- A.F.
