Fire

Against my better judgement
I believe in love
The most bittersweet illusion
Ephemeral
Something that can not be held
Or contained
A flame the hand passes through
As if it wasn’t there
Leaving pain
And the desire
The longing
To touch it one more time

It is there
But it is not
A shimmering of heat devils
(Or angels?)
In the distance
Luring
Beckoning
The Siren song singing
That love is real
And waiting
As elusive and dangerous
As fire
In the palm of your hand

This was inspired by a brilliant post by Toasha on her blog Pain is Universal.  Please go check out her fantastic poetry!
This also fits pretty well with Claudia’s prompt over at the dVerse pub. 😉

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