It burns her underneath,
where no one else can see.
Bearing the heat of smoking desire
the flames rise and flicker.
first stoked and then singeing.
Ashes fall of what will be.
A desperate reach of her soul,
hands idle at her side.
She waits, she can see
the same quiet roar in his eyes.
I’ve chosen to make this a submission to dVerse Poets Pub meeting at the bar. The topic was temptation and I couldn’t resist. Should be some great poetry on submitted today!