Night on Fire
By Dillon Dwyer
You sparked me from your two stones and fresh tinder.
Dancing, it was a mixing of elements. We called it combustion.
They wanted to label it as love. How could they understand?
You gave me purpose and I kept you warm during that dark night.
A constant give and take, neither of us wanted to burn out or expire.
Passion kept us alive. One night, a flicker among flames.
In the morning, I was coals and you were gone.
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