The Pyromancer’s Daughter

You’re like fireworks after new years,
that warm glow after a few beers,
or adding too much spice it burns so far down.

You’re the hot breath of a fevered kiss,
the tingle trickle dribbling on your lips.
You’re the best of everything
of anything good I’ve ever known.

So when I’m out and lost
all I want is to come home.

The hours drag by without you
burning long and slow,
but a day in your bed
elapses quicker than striking a match head,
and pretty soon it’s time to go.

Time with you is barehanded catching smoke.
There are no wrong ideas,
only miss-picked fights,
Because when I look at you,
the light bends a halo
round’ your head.

You the prism of my heart,
reflecting and refracting,
the dullness day to day into a
passionate fire instead.

I squint and lose perspective;
are you close or are you far?
If I run into the distance,
will I kiss you or will I miss you
by trusting my own misguided heart?

So I’d rather run blind into the flames.
Because you’re the best of everything
of anything good I’ve ever known.
So when I’m out and lost
all I want is to come home.

 

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