Poem: Embers

The night bursts into a thousand embers
Each flying to heaven and then falling like stars
Filled with potential to ignite the world
We’re here dancing in the storm like demons
In the tempest of hell on edge of the true inferno
Burning with the smell of oak and hickory smoke
Embracing our bodies pressed close 
Exchanging hot kisses on sweltering lips
That would rival the bonfire spiraling towards the sky
With red orange fingers snapping in time
To the rhythm of shadows stretching towards infinity
Where a truce between light and dark is formed
With promises to not stop until it smolders 
And nothing remains but cinders as proof 
Of the intensity that was ignited here

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