Matchstick Romance


We played innocent,
though we never were
We were matchsticks striking
creating chaos and sparks,
the flash of danger in the dark
We were catastrophic,
a burning love that
wreaked havoc with flames,
leaving behind
lonely nights and empty days,
our tangled state of mind
fueling the monsters inside

We were proof that even flickers
can become a destructive blaze

Breathof Words© 2/15/17

stock photo edited with Prisma

Ruby Red Promises


We are forget-me-not days
of hope and forever,
the brush of something
special to remember
We are names inscribed
on captive hearts,
quickened pulses beating
under a carousel of stars,
and our light shines bright,
leaving them jealous every night
We are love stained lips
whispering ruby red promises
and red wine kisses that
taste like happiness and home

Breath of Words© 2/14/17

photo used with permission by FogDog Photography