I Write Poetry

Ashes on her eyelashes
As she walks down the street
The smoky town is a distraction
From the pounding of her feet

The rhythm against the pavement
Resonates in her mind
The sky is tainted with a contaminant
As thoughts of him pervade her eyes

The air burns with an intensity
She imagines the flames devouring the grass
Like the way their lips collided – desperately
And though they wanted to put out the fire
There was no way they could defeat that desire

I walk down the road in a haze
In my head you and I are ablaze
Masked and intoxicated we choke
Inhaling in every breath of emotion
Words too leaden and lovely to be spoke