love too seldom

she hung onto a warped kitchen door like screws
pulling out of hinges, smoke 
from a
three alarm next door crept over on the 
belly of night,
pried open a small window, sought,
grasped her delicate 
neck with fingers,
slipped through red lips,
coffined blue eyes;

one small flame jumped off shingled roof
and danced across weeded
grass, climbed up wooded porch
ignited board
ignited paint,
she lunged for glass door knob
to breathe through slats
felt the heat,
tears to extinguish a
burned impression;

cindered clothing, she strips naked into warm
air and soft skin
she protects smoked eyes from
her generationed home coughing
from inhalation of scorched 
now impregnated by flame,
gives birth to 
bastard fire;

clutched in a guilty hand, a small box of
strike anywhere,
one last match to burn his letter,
went something like,
“I never want to see you again…”
“you won’t,” she thought;
called to make sure 
he was home
when she struck old newspapers
and absence of love…

Copyright © 08/15/2013 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®


2 comments on “love too seldom

  1. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words says:

    haunting within the darkness
    of the mind’s descent

  2. MaryRose, PERFECT!! Thank you!! xx, Lance

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