still burning it down

 

We were two

floating

embers at the start

 

Both glowing hot for

a myriad

of colourful changes

 

You, with a tenure

in

risk modelling

 

And me, with a flare

to

pitch the dice

 

 

To the outsider, it appeared

as

a circus of The Fates

 

And yet somehow, here

we are

still, perfectly bound

 

~/~

 

 

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patriciajj's picture

Sparkling and alluring

Sparkling and alluring metaphors breathe a whirlwind of energy into this little study of human attraction. "To the outsider," you write, "it appeared/ as/ a circus of The Fates", but there is something very real, lasting and "glowing hot" in the delicate inferno of the union.

 

A dazzling dance.

 

 
S74rw4rd's picture

In short lines, a brief span,

In short lines, a brief span, and a very conversational tone, this poem delves splendidly into a universal human condition.


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