fingers of a flame

I like your work, it’s intimate and revealing with a hint of mystery. The flow of words, how they meander is comforting. Cool!

On The Heath

with familiarity came friction

not the patently undesirable kind

but the sort created by a wanting… a wishing… and conditions

maybe the closer we grew, the more the passion withdrew

or simply the heat became a fire and all that was left were reflections between the fingers of a flame

or maybe it was because I put my dreams before you or it was just that I couldn’t fit into your puzzle

or a million more maybes… just like the contents of poetry

© Heath Muchena, 2015

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