The night we met
It was love at first sight
I’ll never forget 
How I felt that night.

Up in the clouds
Couldn’t get any higher
Had no idea … I was
Playing with fire.

No reason to doubt
No reason to fear
The thrill and elation
Brought me to tears. 

Passion and lust
Such pure desire
The surge I felt
When  playing with  fire.

All that was left
Were charred remains
Burned though my skin
Each time I came.

The ash …. the tar
The sparks …. the flames
The harsh regret … 
The pain….. the shame. 

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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