Furtively, you smile
as I dive
into your petrol green eyes
we’ve run out of words tonight
My unspeaking lips
form the shape of a silent promise
to burn
my house to the ground
For there is only
you and me now…
And I hear the screams
of my old way of life
And the swirl of ashes
of somebody’s broken heart
And a twinge of shame
so swiftly erased
in the rising dance
of flame
For there is only
you and me now…
[2023]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
I read this as something you did not (I think) intend. I feel a mutual ending in flames, but a beautiful ending!
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Peter, yes, exactly that… the moment when you’re staring deep into the eyes of someone or something that you realise is the start of a new part of your life and all that came before is left in flames or in the bin… a pivotal moment that comes only once or twice in most lives; and sets fire to all that came before.
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Stunning.
Loved this one my friend 🖤🖤
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Ah, thank you! So pleased you liked this one. A little poem about setting fire to your life 🙂
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I think that’s why it appealed to me so much 😉🖤
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