The afternoon was filled to the brim
with smoky flames.
I saw you
plunging yourself into the fire to get
your yellow rose.
You, you, you.
You write the ugliest poignant words.
They are destructive in ways.
You are cold that you curl alongside the flames.
You’re trying to feel the warmth,
darling you’ve been so cold.
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t know.
If you will descend up high
plunge down