Campfires

A look from her

Currents shift

Hope springs

And fear

Lingers there

 

Her eyes wildfire

Shooting sparks

It is untouchable

This feeling as

Moments melt

 

A look from him

Betrays his

Hidden longing

A blistering past

Burning presence

 

His eyes follow

Her

Along a curving path

Of reveries’

Warming glow

 

Irresistible flame

Moths in bright light

Dance until

Nighttime is dark

Smoke flickers white

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